Skittish But Present

The world is a strange place. Stay silent too long and it folds around you, dimming you like a candle swallowed by fog, letting your traces sink beneath layers of dust that no one remembers. You try to speak, because something inside you insists on being heard, yet the world shies away from voices that echo too brightly, too honestly, too close to whatever a soul truly is.

So you shape masks out of quiet nights and borrowed smiles, each one fitting just enough to pass, each one soft enough not to disturb anything. You learn to mute your joy, your strangeness, your colors.

You learn to mute yourself.

Pieces of you fall away like petals in slow motion, just so you can keep moving.

lets be super loud and obnoxious bc fuck everyone else!!!!!

flat colors/wips VVV

Chapter 10

I Need A Little More Mercy

(i'm dying for your mercy)

some zoey doodles from last month? the first one the one with warmer cooler was made a week ago?? me thinks