Maybe I Can Fix It. U

the beige walls, beige floors, beige ceilings, beige people, lined up in rows and rows and as far as the eye can see, they fill you, your mind, your memory, her face, what was her face, the colors are so dull now, what was her name, the people are hearing you, the beige, the beige, the music, it’s so wrong, she’s so quiet, who’s that voice? you need to run, you can’t run, you’re running, all you are doing is nothing and nothing you’re doing is everything, the beige walls seem to drip paint, yet haven’t been coated anew in years.

something rattles in the office. the call tone repeats. a loud, high pitched squeal, and a pre recorded message. it starts to fade as it goes on, as if whoever is on the other line has bad reception, but they don’t. it’s a call tone, a voicemail. a beep sounds, and the phone lying against the floor rattles once again.

Consumed, Sage Barnes

wake up, 4̴̛̛̬̣͙̽͂̓̃̈3̴̧̡̘̗̝̦̬͎͕͌̔̆2̷̜̖͂…

HIII here’s a project i’ve been working on for a few days, and now it’s finally done!! i’m really fascinated by 432/settings person, and i’ve also been a bit drained with art, so i decided to animate a few gifs!! <3

you turn the corner. you turn the corner. you turn the corner. you turn the corner. you turn the corner. you’re following yourself.

Guilt

I don’t exist for your stories. I exist for me.