Thefrogmeister - :)

god forbid 5000 year old girls do anything

Playing Pretend. 2023.

I just wanted to do a piece to break the burnout, so have a smol baby clone running in the rain.

I have never once wished for Tolkien to still be alive as much as I do in this moment

(Some more clips)

Am I the good boy? Really??

The world moves around my body, sensations ghosts on my empty form. I hear the sound of life, of people, anchored in the here and now. Their world in colour, vibrant touch, souls as light as feathers. Webs of feeling stretch between, emotion, taste, (felt, not unseen).

My world I see in black and white, my anchor cut, all light unfelt. Inside my mind a world of dreams, of light and colour, (touch, all seen). My comfort, it bleeds thin. Too many layers, broken webs, foggy eyes with my too-full head. This world it feels too much for me, heavy soul, all in 2D. Inside my mind I find recluse, running free in vibrant stories. I watch it all as I move through, webs twist around, trap me apart. This life it is not meant for me. People ground. And I cut free.

my dad was outside feeding the slugs cucumber slices earlier

HOLD UP HOW WAS I NOT AWARE OF THIS

Brother Ignatz trying to get out of dish duty by pretending to be a stand of reeds. again.