bryce4_4

hiya. i hope everyone reading is having a good summer :3.
for my part, art fight started 7 years ago, and ive done my best to lock in. so far ive done 9 attacks, ive gotten 6 attacks, and ive been doing nothing but draw since it started :D. idk if i can post then here, but if u have an artfight acc feel free to check them out :3.

i'll try this link, which is a built in one on the af website for images: https://images.artfight.net/attack/G2u6VGwBktRWGnsHReDE3MqgjZjtgNRpN0rwcpiao3gUC4FqEXghiBEREpjX.png?t=1751900351
im very proud of the this attack and is smth i rlly want to show :3. comment if it works

i'll start school tomorrow, to my great sadness, as im practically going straight into finals week, and i wont have time to work on art fight...fuck u colombian school system :P. but i'll do my best, i jst need to sneak out some stuff.

there's nothing much besides from that, WELL THERE WAS SHORT IMIGRANTES ROAD EPISODE ABT JULIE I HAVENT WATCHED YET, WHICH I WILL ONCE THIS MADNESS IS OVER. same for the "the summer hikaru died" anime. might listen to the ost soon :3

Current Mood: determined
Current Location: computer
Current Music: do the dance - illit

essexcats

again the station coreography
the transference of souls from north to south
the veins that circulate the city
the bitter wind that blows us all

today i heard the train was late
because someone had fallen down
lost and dazed they jumped with haste
to find the meaning of it all

i stare at a stranger's eyes
through our reflections on the window
we run the walls of the tunnels
and get pierced by all the lights
since it's the early hours of the night
cold sweat runs our feet in trunnels

i try to guess where they will leave us
and disappear forevermore
the next station approaches fast
but they remain in such a bore
that i guess they've a long way to go
they must endure it more and more

someone plays the violin
but i'm too distracted to notice
someone shouts they're dying slowly
but i'm too distracted to notice

the doors open and close
new lights flicker on the map
and we go through curves, we go through ramps
i just fiddle with my bag strap

some places make me really scared
they're full of ruins and dangerous at night
and as we cross underneath their grounds
i feel the urge to close my eyes
i feel like i'm afraid to die

lost eyes, tattoos, bicycles
prams, old men, haircuts
foul smelling, beautiful, loud
alternative, giddy, asleep
dark skin, light skin, backpacks
beggars, workers, children
far-sighted, thin, athletic
strange, depressed, unremarkable

sometimes living is not in the new
in some distant lands full of money and light
living is finding in the ways of everyday
things that never truly crossed our sight
in train tracks and tunnels that open up to show us
the ugly beauty of the cityscape at night
in comparing the boots and shoes of all these strangers
and trying to decide which is the one i really like
in hearing the announcement of a station
i remember visiting all those years ago
and letting a memory take over contemplation
trying to escape the harsh words of foucault
by creating a world outside of control
inside this nasty day by day
that keeps on wearing out our souls

there might really be no love in SP
but i think that what remains is hope...

imgrunengewolbe

I wish you could never do a mess with your hands which have a dirt under your nails.

Your hands were always so agressive towards me, beating me and touching my parts of the body without any gentle, doing behind my back something what makes me vomit.

Your hands became part of other hands, which touched me with presence of to pleasure themselves, not to feel love and connection. Your hands only wanted one thing, very egoistic thing. I was a toy for you, wasn't I?

I wish I could delete your hands, amputate them and eat them. Your hands are nasty, disgusting and terrible. They don't deserve to exist. Your hands are like everyone's hands.

I don't want to feel dirty. Yet I do feel.

I want to wash your hands off. Yet I will never wash them off.

Your hands ruined me.

Current Mood: sad

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imgrunengewolbe

Fifty to my head, I'll blow my brains out
Screaming in the mic until I blackout
Pa-pa-paranoid on the mute, my shit is so loud
Music as the last resort so I can make myself proud
Fifty to my head, I'll blow my brains out
Screaming in the mic until I blackout
Pa-pa-paranoid on the mute, my shit is so loud
Music as the last resort so I can make myself proud
Ты тратишь кислород лишь чтобы портить настроение
Не в добром здравии, но отведу все подозрения
С утра проснулся, страшно посмотреть на отражение
Я ненавижу вас, нахуй всё ваше население
Fifty to your head I'm gonna rock my shit
Screaming in your ears to get your fucking wig split
I got fingers on the bass and I ain't scared to let it rip
Watch me laugh and point the gun up to my face like it's a gift
Fifty to my head, I'll blow my brains out
Screaming in the mic until I blackout
Pa-pa-paranoid on the mute, my shit is so loud
Music as the last resort so I can make myself proud
Fifty to my head, I'll blow my brains out
Screaming in the mic until I blackout
Pa-pa-paranoid on the mute, my shit is so loud
Music as the last resort so I can make myself proud
Fifty to my head
Screaming in the mic
Put me on the mute
Music as the
Your body so good, it felt qute that I don't wanna
don't wanna, don't wanna chop it up
I'm laying in pool full of blood
And I'm gonna drain yours to the every last drop
Looking for benefit every second
You'll end up in bottomless pit
You don't wanna try, you just won't go outside
You are happy to rot in your chair
Raise up your grades for your mom, find a job
You don't wanna make her upset
But you will still be in your room
Till the moment that they find you dead
Не пизди на долбоёба, если он не уебан
Будь чутка терпимей к людям, и они пропишут в жбан
Приложи ствол к моей голове и нажми на курок
Схаваю все твои пули и отправлю в твой висок
Говорят что время лечит, но мои часы стоят
Громко лаешь, но твои кенты словно стая котят
Расскажи, что эти строки твою душу леденят
Я лишь хочу, чтоб ты задумался, тупой эякулят
Сколько можно тратить своё время на хуйню?
Буду тратить бесконечно и в апатии умру
Жить непросто, да и похуй, я ебал эту планету
За чужое пиздабольство я не дам тебе ответа
Fifty to my head, I'll blow my brains out
Screaming in the mic until I blackout
Pa-pa-paranoid on the mute, my shit is so loud
Music as the last resort so I can make myself proud
Fifty to my head, I'll blow my brains out
Screaming in the mic until I blackout
Pa-pa-paranoid on the mute, my shit is so loud
Music as the last resort so I can make myself proud

Current Music: MY HEAD - BLXCKBUSTA

imgrunengewolbe

This hate eats me alive. I know they all wait for me to die. I wait for that too. I want to die. Do you hear me, you bitches? I know you want to laugh on my grave, saying I'm such a loser, manipulator and liar. I know what are you thinking of. I know everything, you stupid assholes.

You try to be something cool and great, but you're only ugly piece of shit on the street, thinking laughing and hating on someone makes you better, trynna play on victim because you can't do any shit in your life, you failed school, don't want to work and will jork your stupid dick in your messy bedroom and smell like a shit.

You fucking made me hate myself, deep in my soul, deep in my heart. And you still yet hate me, hate me more and more. Gratulations, you did it what you wanted to do.

I'm rotting on my bed, because I can't function as sober person, I need drugs in my system. I feel like a smashed zombie potatoe who lost its spark. Because I've lost my spark. I don't have any hope for anything anymore. World suffers from global warming, wars and economy crisis. I've never asked to be born in this world, yet I was born. And yet I found some hope when I was smaller. And now I do not have this hope.

I want to die. And you know I want to die. So don't act surprised why I want to do that. Don't try to stop me. You don't care. You won't care. You NEVER cared. If you did, you wouldn't hate me, spread that hate so others can hate me too, don't you think so? And don't act like a hurt little kiddo, you know. YOU FUCKING KNOW. AND LET ME SPEAK. FUCKING SPEAK. WITHOUT KNOWING I WILL BE HATED FOR THAT. YOU SON OF A BITCH.

IF YOU CAN HATE ME, THEN I CAN HATE YOU TOO.

Current Mood: melancholy

lumemiruuuuuuuuuuu

i havent done anything else but drawing, and drawing, and browsing through da internet. i made a silly little gay drawing for a contest, which is the one below

ALSO THE NEW ALNST EP…i dont want to talk about it again, but man the animation was beautiful and i totally agree with everyone saying mizi is an unreliable narrator, prolly for a different reason, but it is totally true. ALSO TILL AND LUKA ARE ALIVE. but luka wasnt able to escape…vivimeng stop making my boy suffer pls, though frankly the whole thing about him being alive gives me strong vibes that heperu cloned him, but it still sad nonetheless. also if u know if the series is truly ending rn tell me. the whole thing gives strong “this is ending vibes”, aside from the official announcements from the team (or the recent one by mizi’s va), but pretty much everyone is confused currently. so i’ll be looking for an official announcement by vivinos or qmeng or kang :3, bc if its not ending i'll stop making my drawing tribute.

i hope everyone has a nice week

Current Mood: bored
Current Location: computer
Current Music: danna's video about emilia perez

imgrunengewolbe

I wish I could die. I don't want to exist anymore. I don't want to be here anymore. It's been years trying to end my life, because I already for years think I have no future. And I still do think that.

Everyone wants to kick me out. From home, school, their lives.

I'm such a loser. I'm truly a loser.

I wish I could die. Die die die. Forever and ever. I know no one will miss me. I wouldn't miss myself either.

I want to die.

Current Mood: stressed

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