Pettyartist

I'm doing Art Fight this year! \o/

If anyone wants to follow me, feel free! I don't know HOW active I'll be through the whole month (I'm still trying to get a job hhhh and also we're about to start re-progging DSR in XIV so we'll see what my spoons are like)

Fear is like this vicious little worm that lives inside you and eats you alive. You have to fight it. You have to accept that you'll never get rid of it, but fight it just the same.

I'm pretty gung ho. Unlike Cassie, unlike Tobias perhaps, I'm ruthless at times. But even I have enough sense to know the words "we have to win" are the first four steps on the road to hell.

Instead, ignoring the hideous pain, I chewed through my own tail.

He walked in silence beside me for a while. "How many Animorphs were there when you started?" "Six." "And now?" "Still six."

I wanted so much to live. I wanted so much to stay, and not to leave.

"You were brave. You were strong. You were good. You mattered."