RANDOM ARTS -DELIGHT
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The Coloring Book
Pain can be felt in an infinite number of forms. It is felt when it is inflicted on you but sometimes you also feel it when you inflict it on others. All the colors of the rainbow bleed through the paper and cross the lines of the coloring book. He crossed the lines I drew again and again. I worked hard to breathe life into my days and fill them with color until he came in splattering paint everywhere. I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt him because in doing so, I not only hurt myself but I feel a part of my soul leaving my body. And I blame him. I stand in the center of the page and watch the colors bleed through. I see his footsteps in red, orange, yellow . . . I watched the pages rip as I let my life fall apart. All because of him. Credit to @iampillowbunny707 for this synopsis.Complete
shart dump
just random art or stuff i've made that i feel like sharing :)
Eternal Despair:Change
What would you if death was smiling at you?How would you cope if the last shred of hope you have disappears? *None of the pictures are mine (Pinterest came in clutch🤣👍🏾) Book 1Complete
UNI'S SECOND EPIC ART BOOK
Yet another book of epic art because the other one is full. I'll also throw in memes from time to time along with pictures of my dogs, news, announcements, and other randomness.
Instagram Life
A book in which all my OC's are friends and post phots with each other on Instagram. (TIME JUMP AT 181)Complete
Without You
I thought I had a normal life. Seems that it never plans out the way I want it to. Does it? But don't worry. From now on I will always get what I want. Even if it kills me... I don't own the images or the people within the book. Toodles 😛Complete
Pain can be felt in an infinite number of forms. It is felt when it is inflicted on you but sometimes you also feel it when you inflict it on others. All the colors of the rainbow bleed through the paper and cross the lines of the coloring book. He crossed the lines I drew again and again. I worked hard to breathe life into my days and fill them with color until he came in splattering paint everywhere. I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt him because in doing so, I not only hurt myself but I feel a part of my soul leaving my body. And I blame him. I stand in the center of the page and watch the colors bleed through. I see his footsteps in red, orange, yellow . . . I watched the pages rip as I let my life fall apart. All because of him. Credit to @iampillowbunny707 for this synopsis.
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