deadman - 21 - she/they
my main blog is @cynder-wolfy.
most of this should go without saying but DNI: racists/bigots - homo/transphobes - terfs/swerfs/transmeds - exclusionists - anti-mogai/neopronouns - pedos
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so, i've talked about my friend eugene on here a couple times before. eugene is 60 years old, homeless, due to having lost his job during the pandemic, and just recently found out that his cancer, which he'd undergone chemo for in his thirties, is back. the doctor he saw wasn't optimistic about things.
any money from this patch -- which is priced sliding scale, meaning you can pay anywhere from 5 to 25 dollars for it -- will go directly to eugene. it'll help continue to cover his room at a local motel, primarily.
eugene is a lovely guy; he means a lot to me, he's in a shitty, shitty fucking situation, and i want to try and help him however i can.
link to etsy in the reblogs -- PLEASE SHARE THIS
a friend of mine needs help. we're also doing a local benefit show & art auction but i figured that it wouldn't hurt to post here about it too.
She is the Stars in the sky, the zodiac constellations mark her skin in glimmering silver, like art stamped upon the surface of the sun
She has the beautiful glow of the moon in her eyes, she is the flowing crystalline rivers and shimmering mountain peaks, the sun is only a mimic of the golden glow of her skin,
She is everything beautiful and right in the world, and she is mine
No alarms and no surprises (please)
I saw a video from @/dogneighbour on IG today about grief and these two specific lines from their poem in it really struck a chord. I didn't feel like I could sleep until I made something inspired by it.
It's coming to the year mark soon of losing something very important to me in a very bad way. Most of the stuff I’ve posted lately on this account is about this, me trying to process it and sit with the emotions. This past year has been an on and off blur and I'm still dealing with the trauma
To my most disappeared and cherished friends, I miss you, I remember you, please wait for me. I still want to come home one day
The rusted metal, with its jagged and gnarled teeth dig deep into your flesh, a single miss step is all it took for them to pull you into their deseased gaping maw, ready to shred your flesh to excellent ribbons that celebrate their satiated hunger, the satisfaction of your blood as it pours like waterfalls down its jagged throat.
A simple miss step is all it took
i will bury all my best friends / as i carry all the questions
i’ll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide
STRAY ANGEL / BROKEN HALO
click for quality. remake of this post, photos taken by drewchaos and that_guy_murphy, writing by me
It's okay to not have things figured out. You are not too old or running out of time. Your life doesn't need to be planned out for the next decades. The future always holds the unexpected, and you will figure things out as you move forward in life. Remember to keep moving, don't keep your life on pause while you wait to figure it out. By moving yourself, you move on. Baby steps are still steps forward. Trying to navigate life is hard, but you will make it through this journey and find yourself and find that you are living your life the way you want to. But first, you need to keep moving in a direction, even if you are not sure it is the right one or the one you will follow for the rest of your life. It is still a move forward. It means you can go through life not knowing how everything will turn out to be, and it's okay. Everything will be okay.
One day the shadow of everything I do will no longer be illuminated by the summer sun. By the light coming through the doorway, the sharp shapes and sounds and tragedy and teeth