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TW : HORROR-ESQUE DISTORTED ART
"I Like Bananas Because They have No Bones"
(George Elrick, 1936)
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❝Ï̵̛͍̤̟̭̱̺͓̦̃̅̄̉̏̀͐͑ ̵̰̣͖̞̻͖̜̰͓͊̉̀͊̓̒́̐̓ḑ̸͓̼̟͉̪̠̣̞̅ó̶̧̡̢̭͙̭͕̞͖̇͋́͑̈̽̽́͂n̵̠͖̽̌͗̿̓͂̊͝͠'̸̢͉̠̠̅͑͑͝ṭ̴̬̖̻͕͐̒̔͌͑̐̌́̅͝ ̷̛̫̹̺́̏̀́̿́͘ḻ̷̮̈́i̷̻̘͌͗͑̄͛͘̚k̴̩̖͖͕͇͆́́̑̄̕̚͘̕͜è̷̢̤̿̽̾̊̂̚ ̶̨̧̜̭̖͙͓͍̔̍̑̚̕̚͜y̴̘͠ō̷̧̱̙̪̺u̷̼̼̹͓͖͍̱̜̓͌̿͋͋͠ṟ̴̜̼̖͉͖̠̹͖̭̏͒͒̔̈́ ̸͕̝͚̻̰͈͕̮͆͌p̸̟̪͉͇̈́̋͌̐ͅe̶̪͉͇̟͙̯̪̥̬̝̅ȧ̵͓͈̓́͗̿̄͠͝c̷͓̘̼͕̲̟̼̄͂͋̀͊̄̍̚͝h̷̨̖̟͎̼̫̥̣͚͝ȩ̸̧̨̢̛̞͔̹̬̦͒͗̊̿̄͠s̴̹̖̺̖̉̓̊̔̏̿̐̄̕ͅ
Ṱ̵̪͈̯̬̮̼͍̻͊̆̚ͅḣ̵̦̋̏̔̃͆͝é̷̩̱͙͓̦͈̻͛̕ỳ̷̧̟̻̬͕͇͇̣̰̚ ̵̜̀̆͆a̸̫͊͑̒͑͂͒̚͠r̵̛̗̒̐̋͑͒̚͠͠ẽ̸̗̳̠̪̤͍͕̥̒̓̌̋ ̷̳̈f̵̱̜̌̉̅͆̏̅̂̾͠͝u̸͚̰̰̣̥̳̇l̷̨̧̝̬͉̩̓l̴̹̲̜͚̣̙̱̬̈́̈͋̇͝͝ ̶̡̧͓͇̖̲̾͑̅̀ó̷̡͍̦̣̻͍͍̬̗͎̎͑͑̓͐̿̐̀̈́f̸̰̥̹̺̝͉̺̆̋̓͌͜ ̸̙͔̣̟̄̎̐̆̅ș̴̨̨͇̫͓̃ț̷̢̛͍̹̦͆͐̽̑̉̅͛́͋o̴̥̯̿̓͋̇̏̓̓͗͝n̶̙̺̹̗̞̓͑̀͌̇e̶̡̩͚̭̙̫͎̒̆̄͗s̵͇̪̝̝͐̌̌͐͐̿
̴̢̡̮̟̼̣̦̈͋̆̑͑̈́̑͊ I̶̼̬̰̐̓̃̌ ̵̩͇̜̳͚̋̏͛͒͊̏͘͝ͅļ̶͇͈͓̅̀̎̕̚ï̶̼̯͊ķ̶̛̳̮̜̼̻͖̰͆͆̎́̓́͊̍̓e̵͙̣̲̻̻̼̞͉̐̊̆ ̶̡̧͈̱̼͈̪͈͙̲̈́̽b̸̩͙̜̖̄̎̈́̄á̸̲̟̙̻͉̥͙̩̓̅̔́̎̍͌̕͝ņ̸̛̤͉̦̺̻̦̠̝̍̆̀̍͗͌̈ä̴̤͕́̒͂̉n̷͔͚̮̞̺̮̯̦͛͒͊͗a̶͚͂̈s̶̬̘͈̙̪͈̻̬̖̒̉̐̀̃̔̔̑̂͜͝
̸͇B̸̲̾e̴̢̨̥̭̣̫̾̕ͅͅç̶̻̬͇̘̟̓̾̂̑̋͌̄̓͜͝a̷͔̜͕͗̈͊̋̉̚͠ù̴͇̬͔͔̳̠̙̖̅̏̀͘̚ͅș̸̙͙̙̞̤͊̒̂ẹ̸̟̞̜͍́ ̶̦͈̳̥̜̘͐̍͑̃̈͝͝͝ͅt̵̝̑̿h̵͕͎̳̟̺̦̫̏̌̑͊͛̐̂̐é̶̛̱́̈́̀̂̓̇y̸͉̠̪̎̐̊̅̈́̋͂̐̉ ̴̧̧̲̟̻̬̰͇̙̄̈́ḥ̴̡͕͇́̏͋̃͂̊͐͘ȁ̸̲̿̏̂̋̀̎͒̿͠v̶̫̣̑̋͌̈́̓͌̐̚͠ę̵̛͔̟̙͓̗̥̼͉̓́͊̓͌̾̕͘͠ ̸̢͗͐̈́͂̌̅͘͜͝n̷̡̨̗̤̭̖͈̻̗͗́̂̆̇͌̈͒͝ö̸̩͗̋̈́͋̚ ̵̛̙̅̑̍̈́̎́̈́͝͝b̶̗̱͙̒̀͆͘͝o̴̯͂̀̓n̸͎̪̼͍̮̥͍͐̎̔͜e̸̤̺̣̳͐́̉̑ş̷̛̟̰͍̙͕̉̈̒͘͜! ❞
RULES
Here my rules.
1. No hate comments
2. No posting on NSFW on my profile.
3. No Zelena or Jayjination on my profile.
4. No abusing and making fun of me and my Ocs or Characters.
5. No stealing my art.
6. No bad users allowed, if I see another bad user who's trying to make me mad, so I'll ignore it and block the hater.
That's all the rules I have, so just listen to it carefully, so have a good day.
Tw: implications of self harm
Reality
The world is odd. No one knows if it's real.
It's real to me, But only for three reasons.
The way the light bounces off of the leaves in trees. The sound of leaves shuffling in the wind. The gorgeous green.
Leaves are real.
Love and joy, And all the other feels. The need to laugh and lack of anxiety. The uncontrollable tears and ever shaking limbs.
Emotions are real.
The sharp, the dull, the broken. The shattering and Swift. Always there. Free charge, and certain to work. Avoided at all costs, yet so calming and tranquil.
Pain is real.