one time in 7th grade i stayed up for 3 days straight just to see if i could. on the third day in history class i watched my hand and pencil warp through my desk and my friend beside me nudged me and said “you’ve been staring at your hand for the past 30 minutes” and ever since i always get enough sleep and you should too
fool me once, shame on you.
fool me twice, shame on you again for continuing to exploit my sense of trust. trust is not a weakness and should be respected, not taken advantage of.
constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”
my art style is called “i am strongly influenced by detailed and beautifully coloured art but also very cute cartoony art and i dont know which direction i want to go in”