Me: *sees someone reblog old wtnv art and checks it*
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Me:
Redraw time
Me: *sees someone reblog old wtnv art and checks it*
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Me:
Redraw time
Hey Alexa how do I show my followers how much I love and cherish them?
Alright but the fact that peter went down keeping a secret for Elias is really fucking gay and I can’t get over it
Oh you want my life story? Ew but ok fine.
Wait you want me to explain what Elias gets out of this? You want me to reveal a secret about him? Nah lol guess you have to kill me 🤷♂️
-blows a kiss out to the ocean-
For Peter Lukas ❤️
Ohhhh yall just wait till I get my ao3 account then you’ll know then I’ll show you
hmmm if you were the subject of a horror movie what would the symbolic imagery or recurring themes in it be for you… mine would be paralyzing guilt, slugs, one last bite of food left on a plate, fire at a distance
Hmmm being trapped in very mundane settings and routines. Bound to a fate I can’t control set out for me by my blood and upbringing. An inevitability to self destruction that I can’t quite escape.
Monsters that are tall and loom over me,their limbs outstretched and dragging on the floor,mouth and eyes open and wide. Representing the adult figures in my life who always looked down on me and often oppressed and suffocated me with their version of ‘love’ to keep me bound in place.
Empty supermarkets where the lights buzz and hurt my eyes. Long roads that I know that go for miles and repeat