Also I kinda pierced my own ear with a safety pin (I STERILIZED IT). The said pin is my jewelry of choice for it. It’s actually healing what the fuck:
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life … But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
YOOOOO wow I’m posting traditional art. *Audible dramatic gasps*
But yea holy shit I love Chimerasynx’s (furaffinity user) monsters CAN YOU TELL. Played with the horn and eye markings a bit heeee. It’s also snacking on a (not yet coloured) heart, all that tasty heart muscle. And blood. Lots of blood (Really bad-quality webcam photo as usual btw).
I had so much fun with this. ;;
OH MY GOD
Some of the ways our organs communicate with each other… This is scientifically correct.
I MAKED THESE