Chuckles

Sometimes I don’t know if there’s any hope for me- I too want to break free- and if only you could help me- to be me- break my shell and maybe I might die- but break my shell and there the real me will lie-

Who made you like this- for your punches to become weak on impact, for your aim to fail you when they’re watching, for your tongue to tangle up when you speak, for your very mind to betray you too…

I’ve been wanting to express that despite my art doing “better” number wise on Twitter, the tags and/or words that everyone here has been saying about my art in reblogs means the world to me. I am glad to see that my work or details do not go unnoticed; as well as, I am happy to see that people can get the messaging behind my pieces and resonate with them. To the point where you can even tell what album I was listening to while drawing???😭 Either way, all of your words have made me feel very appreciated and understood. I am glad to be able to create art that can resonate with people that feel similarly to me and make them feel seen.

Do you ever feel like them too? Where’s your autonomy?

Mechanfrye to manifest a good splatoon raiders

There’s something deep inside you, that you despise

Sometimes you can just feel yourself melt away- drifting further and further from reality- and it makes you scared- and it makes you sad- but asking for help feels useless- and opening up feels like a lost cause- so you fade away- little by little- until you can’t even recognize yourself- until there is nothing of you left to save- until you are nothing but a shell-

Idk have this rouge wip

posting this deltarune ch 5 bs i made for twitter here too Sound by @/St4rb1tz on Twitter and og vid by @/theanimemen on TikTok

You broke the promise didn’t you

This is a depiction of how I feel rn