when i have the internet and when i don’t have the internet. i go on tumblr like some starving dog, seeking new art to drown in and then end up reblogging the guts out of them.

ichibeast:

BEFORE AND AFTER. HARDCORE LULZ TO STILL-LULZING-BUT-NOT-AS-MUCH

i made this character during the height of my animu!!1!!! craze- this is, apparently, Asahari Gotoori (i don’t know, either) and she’s a bisexual cosplayer. yup. i was in the 10th grade. goddamn.

lol, was inspired by my friend spike after she did a before and after. ah, i hope this amused you as much as it did me.

oh shit. need to do this agaaaaaiiin! 

i feel the exhaustion lifting off my bones, clanking them like they have been worn down to powder

my heart heaves impossibly heavy, i’ve never felt something of this magnitude, least of all in me. the fleshy rolls of my body shake as i convulse into a thousand different sadnesses, trying in vain to find a name for it and coming up empty

breathless in the middle of the water, my eyes search for meaning and i have tugged at the skinny white thread that creates my being and i fall away, revealing nothing

i am without substance, without measure and i am less dense than molecules, lesser than that of particles i know not the names of

cascading from my lips, a bitter stream of tar that pours, trying to build a road for myself, paint the bruises within me a lighter shade of blue

i make sense of scattered pieces, light from an unknown source spilling their incandescence on them (it makes the ugly better, bearable). i hear the mime put his words into mine, shaping my mouth and moving cold, deft fingers above my spine. i  bleed something a little darker than red, the color never oxygenates 

i can feel the rancid remains of a sweet gone bad in my mouth, the viscous ruins of a greater memory. i curse the ghost-like possession i crave over ephemeral things, wished to god i could silence it all

i try with all my frail, human might to conquer but i cannot even lift the sword, a fake Arthur and hardly a king.