i am gonna try threads. ohnoheatherjo

we become a little kinder for the preservation of life

have i left your favor? at least i left your teeth

found footage of wild stalks, girls stalking through them. who owns a vcr now-a-days anyway? u wanted nostalgia, but now you’re scared to play the video

persevering, as ancient curses do

crown shyness, a pet portrait, pleasant woodland creatures

pressured? never anymore, my atmosphere is constant and measured. my air holds its own aesthetic

It’s just been a long history of manipulating nature.

moon tweets for everyone else, hurricane tweets for me. we are the sciences we experience

i hope this email finds u lost in the forest of a pixilated paradise, unaware of screens, keyboards only a distant memory

doesn’t it make u mad? the masterpieces u’ll never see? the books you’ll never read?

why does my brain hear a deadline and decide to add 3 new projects for said deadline? what’s up with that. anyway im making a bunch of masks and crowns again

the forest dwindles but we can find it. it’s why you’re still here.

of all the omens i ever saw, this final warning is most beautiful. whisper-tangled hair. eyes full of floral rot. a creature made of sprite and spit and spite; and me, a bad listener.

floral gorl fall (thanks mozingo_creative for da reel). crowns coming Oct 11

it is the other side of winter. soon dirt-bound beauties will begin to show. the crocus, the violet. pretty purple things unfurling. unclenching, like a jaw. like a small sigh of relief

in the deep, dark wood u stumble on a dusty cabin. a door opens. inside; a mess of metaphors. a girl sits on a chair made of teeth, mumbling about birds & memories. u turn to leave. she looks at u, watching the forest swallow your small body. smoke sits uncomfortably in the air

anyway here are some books i’ve managed to draw

don’t worry about the hungry earth. we’re finally ripe for the eating