Lost And Found

unknown forces compelled me to draw this

fatima aamer bilal, from we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.

[text id: you get nervous when someone holds your hand, you wonder if they can feel the rot.]

“cannibalism as a metaphor for love!” cannibalism as a metaphor for me tearing you apart and eating your insides raw. once desperate enough we are nothing but slaves to our instincts. the brain will do anything to save itself.

My new OC her name is Nine Eleven

There's a place just down the street where they chop off angel's wings and fry them in oil. You should try some. Oh, the angels? Yeah they're regular people now. Simultaneously their freedom of flight is ripped away from them violently and yet at the same time they are granted freedom from the yoke of divine subservience so it's bitter sweet for them or some gay shit like that. Anyways the wings are really good.

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Sometimes when I’m reaping I’m like dang wtf did I sow?

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