The family tree is shedding its autumn leaves right onto the dirt
15.03.2026 01:06
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The family tree is shedding its autumn leaves right onto the dirt
Dearly, and deeply, departed
#emptyspaces #angelposting
I've used Element! A bit rough around the edges (as a client), but works!
I was feeling very depressed this morning (rethink your existence depressed) and then I came here and there was beautiful art and funny jokes and snark, and I feel better. 💐
sceletus femoris os tenens
(roughly, femur-wielding skeleton)
Is it vanilla or a modded ROM?
secret, just-as-awful third option: leafblower
To see the split between atoms,
The burn of the friction, the fission
Light of the universe, extinguishing.
Library and turtleneck, Aria old sketch
#emptyspaces #dollposting
It's right there- tempting, tugging, effervescent fog. All I have to do is...
l e t
g o
The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.
A picture of a generated doll, with a black skirt and purple mantle, with a white crevat. The doll has a book in one hand, and a quill in the other. In the background is a tea set on an end table, purple curtains, and a plush antique chair.
#emptyspaces #dollposting
An expanse, apart;
An angel, dismissed;
A doll, abandoned;
A witch, alone;
A moth, sated.
doll with dog, calls it a chiuawawawa
#emptyspaces #dollposting
Like the relentless teeth of a chainsaw, the lost time and ineffectual epiphanies rend the wound ever deeper
You will run out of blood before it runs out of gas
... fuels the dreams of Man. Viscous, clogging, cloying. Chokes the voice from the throat, the compassion from the heart, the breath from the lungs. Nightshade promises, wrapped in a black bow.
#emptyspaces
That temptation, the deep ichor. Not red, not scarlet, but the kohl ink. Dark as antimony sulfide, and at least as toxic. The liquid language of ancient dead. A repository of wealth and potential. Starter of conflict. Greases the wheels of capitalism, lubricates the war machine...
#emptyspaces
Sing along to your favourite indifference.
Throw words to the void, til the void throws hands.
There are things unknowable - that which can or will never be known - and there are people who will fill that void with whatever suits them. All too rare is it for the better.
Support truth. Document as much as possible. Let the unknown be known, shed light upon it, that it may never be weaponized.
sceletus femoris os tenens
C:>
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born from, and still tasting, ashes
#emptyspaces #angelposting
And what that Other is, is always different for each. It doesn't make the job easier. The mortals can clean the remains, and the rain can wash the blood away, but the world remembers. It scars, invisible, indellible. There's only so much canvas left. (2/2)
#emptyspaces #angelposting
An angel, smoking on the overpass, feet dangling over the rail. It isn't the first, or the last, jump she's seen. There's no beauty in this mess, no closure, no epilogue. As though the writer simply stopped midword, midphrase, taken by something Other- (1/2)
#emptyspaces #angelposting
...til you suite?
injecting emojis straight into the muscle tissue
self portrait of the artist seated at a kitchen table with her head resting on on the table and her arms hanging limp with exhaustion. Two goblins approach her curiously.
Burned out.
Collecting gemstones on her halo, call her a princess
They say suffering shared is suffering halved. Dolls are like little repositories for suffering. A coterie, a clutch, a dozen, a halfpence-
Don't let your dolls starve.
#emptyspaces #dollposting