Recollecting September For this month, I’m doing another artist vlog to end it while I paint and ink a few things like The Hows of Us Fanart. It’s been a long month of emotions and self-reflection. I don’t think there was ever a time this month that I felt extremely good about myself but at
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I don’t have a saying or a wise introduction. Nothing dramatic. Just, here’s how to grow up. In my family, growing up was always different from maturing. Maturing was becoming an adult at an age of a teen (my sisters). It was about not pointing at what we want at the age of eight (my
Lately, I’ve been trying really hard to get my spirits up and keeping myself from being easily enraged. Due to this, I’ve been speaking less and thinking a lot so instead of being less angry and less depressed, the more I feel at a loss. To be honest, I just feel like dropping everything, grabbing
a Ce Sont les Contes inspired poem Visible confiscated. she felt the struggle between his shaking fingers and her breathing break into whispers and sharp intakes. oh my dear, clementine. Amara. he grasped at her violently with his lips and he fumbled as he took breath of sacred air. oh my dear, clementine child.