What the heck

I found him in a dumpster, and he had some shitty sharpie written on him. It read “Malestrom”, so that’s what I’ve been calling him

He kinda weird, and smells strongly of bombs all the time.

A Collar of Bone

That voice has taught you wrong.

You can't outrun yourself, you can't guilt yourself away until you are left with someone "good".

You can't cut away a shadow, it will follow where you go.

You can't treat yourself like a solvable problem.

You are unfixable.

You were never broken to begin with.

Just taught wrong.

Image 1: The character drawn in black is sitting down looking anxious/upset, motion lines around them possibly indicating rocking. Black text reads: "I'm letting everyone down" and white text reads: "You are punishing yourself."

Image 2: The character drawn in black clutches at their head, visibly sweating and beginning to cry. There is a black, scribbled circle, in which text reads in all caps "I have to do better". White text reads: "You have to be kinder. You do plenty."

Image 3: A close-up of the character drawn in black's eye, which is crying and looking down with a furrowed brow. White text reads: "You try so hard. You are enough." Black text reads: "I'm letting everyone down. I have to do more. Be better."

Image 4: The character drawn in white (eyes closed) hugs the character drawn in black, who has visible tear marks down their face. White text: "But you can't!" Black text: "But I can't." White text: "This is you. It's okay."

RADICAL SATURDAY