Obsessed with Reeve’s four visible pill bottles at his desk getting him through the day with a cocktail of what I can only presume to be xanax and adderal
Sometimes fiction doesn’t have a moral to the story. Sometimes fiction points at something and goes “Ever thought about THAT???” And you look at what it’s pointing at for a bit.
I'm finally "digitizing" my drawings and the results are making me happy. Kinda makes me wanna do the same to all the other ones, tho I don't think it would be worth it.