Stripped to the Bone

Skelleton, or in some cases Skellevision, a starving artist: Photography, sculpture, poetry.

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Rokinon 8m f/3.5
Nikon Speedlight SB-600

This is an art blog, solely run by me, with the intention of inspiring, motivating, and promoting, artists, and art enthusiasts. I give credit where it is due, and I like to link portfolios to my posts whenever possible. If you stumble upon a post without a name and/or portfolio attached it is because I did not know the information at the time. If you can help fix this issue, by all means message me the post link and the artist's name (and portfolio link if obtainable).

Keep touching lives and raping eyes, my little bone bags. ~Skelleton

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9-22-11

Another art blast coming this weekend!

I burnt the shit out of the (3)eggs I was boiling. I can thank my previous pic for that. The house smells like burnt delight. I haven’t slept in days. I was really upset last night, so I trollololed for hours on tinychat. I love making people laugh, and I’m good at insulting. Trollolol, we all win.

keep at it Bone Bags.

* I have to use an on-screen keyboard. I promise I’m not ignoring you guys. I’ll try to send out some emails this weekend.

~I smell spoiled milk… time to clean?

(Source: skellevision)

The only thing I can count on lately is my anxiety. Did you ever even care?

Sorrow and solitude.

If I had a pickle for every time you disappointed me…. I wouldn’t be nearly as disappointed.

Me- Skelleton @ skellevision.tumblr.com

(Source: skellevision)

They love you until they know you, then they want you to be what they love.

Me-Skelleton

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You

One day you will actually be proud of me, and by then.. I won’t give a shit what you think.

When life gets you down…..make a comforter.

Bo Burnham

Starving

Trapped in a hole buried under your mistakes.

Fighting for a role I may never make.

Tearing over things you didn’t need to mention.

Biting my tongue trying to release the tension.

Running through my thoughts, losing all direction.

Starving myself, pleading for your attention.

Summary of My Weekend

Car crash- hurt neck, walk it off, lesbian bar- wicked fun. Lost both my lip rings- left one closed up. Go to bed annoyed, wake up annoyed. Someone just made me feel like a piece of meat, like i’m nothing but a vagina.

So, here I am, alone on a Saturday, trying to Hulk Smash my emotions away, as I listen to the sound of rain on my drive way. Where is The Cat in The Hat when I need him?

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