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Portrait: Ego Death, 2018 #potrait #egodeath #art #artistsoninstagram #artwork #illustration #darkart #trippyart #psychedelicart #blackart #blackartist #haitianartist #atlantaartist #grafitti #muralart #supportblackart #supportblackartists #death #morbid #grosteque (at Decatur, Georgia)
Day 2 inktober/goretober: Divided and bones First attempt at using a red pen for blood it's looking ok anyway enjoy because there's more to come this month #sketch #sketchart #myart #artist #macabre #grosteque #gore #bones #skeleton #inktober #goretober
PENNY DREADFUL (Showtime) - "Stitched"
*The style looks familiar. Ahhh, "American Horror Story" much? ;)
i have this issue where i am attracted to people but i don't want to put an effort in making myself look attractive hence why when I did see this dude I was in a fucking pajama dress with a lion on it it said "Lion Around" i don't understand why he didn't just close the door on me or something i actually looked terrible (((its cool though no matter what happened prior to that in the end i still got the d so it all worked out)))
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It's not like I live on the moon.
These thoughts of mines
These scarred thoughts run through my brain.
They cycle endlessly hanging on the verge of my consciousness.
They remind me of their beauty and grosteque.
Their ability to drive me insane.
To peacefully engage me with courage.
These thoughts drip like precious blood to a thirsty soul.
They cover me with blankets of stupidity,
They protect me from truth.
They also cut me open raw.
These thoughts eat me inside out, Silently exposing me.
These thoughts kiss me gently on the cheek.
These thoughts grabs me with rough hands, wandering against my will.
These thoughts, something I can’t control.
Something I cherish.
Something I loathe.
These thoughts of mine.
Jessica Joslin