all you need is blood

not a very sad week really. i guess things have been picking up. social media has been a huge bummer still when it comes to art stuff but im learning to not care as much

at this point it’s either like my posts are being pushed into the void by twitter or my art just sucks. which i’m not ruling out. but i am also in that awkward point where im not too sure how to improve my work. it’s a very discouraging situation both ways. but i’ll try to draw still. just for the small group of folks that care

shout out to that one trans girl who used my art as her pfp. when i drew that shit from the heart u felt that too. thank you

i don’t feel much of anything anymore besides sadness and inferiority. i freeze up when i try to draw and start crying because it feels meaningless. i don’t have anything to say with art. i’m just a dumb man child looking for attention, acceptance, camaraderie. i should make something meaningful but i don’t have the will too. that’s so lame. why can’t i just make something interesting

if my hips didn’t look good i’d kms probably