flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
This is a very old project and I may or may not have posted it here before, but I really can’t stop staring at it lately. TW: stylized thingy relating to rape, silencing, mutilation, and menstruation (which last should not be triggering, but I know at least one super vag-phobic gay dude. Bless).
The selfie is half to give you an idea of scale, and half because that’s my resting face until, minimum, 6 November. You get a scale between ‘over your shit’ and ‘raging lava ball of doom’ and there’s nothing I can do about it. (I mean, not your shit specifically, y’all seem to be generally fairly great, but you get the idea.)