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But you see right through me.

Where your mind is casual, drifting down hallways with a mild grin, mine is scratching at the walls leaving scarlet trails.

Where your ruminations drizzle as mist in mornings, my trepidations bellow into thunder.

‘It was the Hell you’d feared in childhood, come to devour the children. It was treading over the corpses of your friends so that you might be killed yourself. It was the congealed evil of a century.’

— In Memoriam, Alice Winn

Decided to post my full graphic design final project, I've poured my blood, sweat and tears into it. Looking at it now I'd probably do a lot differently, but I'm still proud of myself, especially cause I'm not really good at the design part. I also learned about the intricacies of printing a book, which was a lot of pain

@tazmuir if you see this, thank you for getting me an A+ on my high school tech diploma

some of my lestat illustrations.

TRUE LOVE IS POSSIBLE ONLY IN THE NEXT WORLD, FOR NEW PEOPLE / IT IS TOO LATE FOR US

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