baby, tell yourself it ain’t over yet

got too much nona feelings lately so had to sketch her

something i love about tamsyn muir is that she can conceive of so many types of people, right? there are so many characters with such weird shit going on, and somehow all of them are well-written. a blood-crusted former princess who sainted herself in the desperate hope that someone might finally love her. a scholar who's dedicated his entire life to the much-older pen pal who refused his hand in marriage. a nun who pledged her soul to a beautiful corpse and whose existence is spent desperately trying to atone for the fact of her birth. a woman who has spent ten thousand years in horrible pain and would kill herself and the whole universe if only she could take god with it. a girl who's spent her whole life so irrationally hated by everyone around her that she thinks the only way to be loved is to be eaten. a group of children growing up in a warzone. a commander who would do whatever it took to free the universe. god's most loyal saints, long since driven to murder and only waiting for their moment. the angry ghost of an entire world, puppeting a mannequin which they tell her is her body. ozymandias if he was a twitch streamer. i could go on.

i dont think whites understand how being white makes literally everything easier.

they weren’t kidding when they said the only way out is through