Si tan solo pudiera decirte una vez más cuánto de todo lo que hay acá es tuyo.

Todo. Simplemente todo.

Classic/UT Sans belongs to Toby Fox

Void Sans belongs to @air-png

Shade sans belong to @cryzdust

Cloud sans belongs to @lyricsmonsterdraws

Faulty belongs to @dominom3th

Zerocross belongs to @mrdimtmb

Brunnera belongs to @zechiki

Splash belongs to @splashsans

Dice belongs to @rainbowhongqi

Bunny belongs to @pillzyumnz

Save belongs to @imabigboi

Daydream/Dust!Dream belongs to @luvyourself2hell

Plant, monochrome, stellar, talis, lunar, and redust, CT!Sans belongs to me

More Usagi/Jack Rabbit art for you thirsty heathens /respectfully

Been trying out new brushes n stuff hehe

No desaparece ni deja de ser.

Solo aprendemos a ser un poco menos nosotros y vivimos con todo eso en segundo plano. Pero es en ese plano en donde realmente somos y queremos estar.

But would I let them? They would be there in a heartbeat, but would I even call them? Do I have the courage to be vulnerable enough to express my feelings?

“Where were they when you were at your worst?”

Did I make it look like I was at my worst? Were they supposed to have magical powers and know I was at my worst? How could they know if I didn’t tell them? How would they know if I don’t tell them about it? This isn’t a story where they can pick up on my silence— it’s real life, not a fictional world where I’m using the ‘show, not tell’ method.

“It’s not their fault, it’s mine”

It’s not their fault, it’s mine. They’d run to me in the blink of an eye if I told them I needed them. But I did not. I thought I was…I was…strong. Or perhaps it was embarrassing to admit it.

I was a teenager; I didn’t have to go through that. But they were teenagers too—how were they supposed to know what I was going through?

I could’ve. Should’ve. Said. Something. But…I didn’t.

Faulty Wiring