Keegan D.

“I got my keys. My wallet. My phone. My bags. Is that everything?”

I stop. I look up with horror.

Just a single mom doing her best to provide for her children. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

salmon sharks are small adorable relatives of the great white!

they do occasionally beach themselves, at which point they almost always get mistaken as “baby great whites” so if you see a clickbaity news article that goes LOCAL COUPLE RESCUES BABY GREAT WHITE FROM SANDBAR, chances are it was actually a salmon shark!

they can’t help it, they’re just babey.

Sure, someone might be more technically accomplished than you - you might not be able to colour as nicely or craft a sentence that rings as poetically - but art is only really secondarily about that. It’s firstmost about what you, uniquely, have to express, and how the precise way you express it might be what others need to relate to it - even if it’s less flashy, less “beautiful”, and gets fewer notes.

I promise you this: there are obscure fanfics with only a handful of notes that are the read-and-re-read favourites of someone too anxious to comment. There are drawings done by 14-year-olds in poorly-blended markers that are someone’s favourite because they spoke to something that nothing else did. There are covers of songs where your voice cracks and you cringe every time you hear it but someone thinks the way it cracked just at that moment added beauty to the song. There are angsty three-line poems you wrote at 4am that someone once called “pretentious emo trash” that are loved by someone else going through the same thing as you.

And I guarantee you, there is something unique about your art. Even if you’re “saying something someone else has said”. Even if you’re the thousandth person to take on the subject. Even if you feel like you’re not at all unique. You’re bound to express something, however subtle, that didn’t exist until then.