i feel like. theres designing a character with certain themes and motifs in mind, and then theres making a gijinka for the water bottle on my nightstand
it hurts so bad !!!! i dont know what to do i feel like im freaking out it's like i need to scratch my chest and just keep scratching and scratching until i can crack my ribcage open and rip my heart from my chest im !! i cant calm down i can barely even breathe T-T
went back to get some Cool Shots of symon and ended up feeling so very normal about height differences again. get yourself a boyfriend who's just as weedy as you are but looks like a brick shithouse
16 classmates means 256 potential dynamics to explore if we only consider 1 on 1 interactions (which i will! ...until this sentence ends) and that means 256 drawings. considering that group interactions exist and it can be any combo that is... a way larger number.
ya know it’s honestly funny and weirdly comforting when my friends call me a fake gremlin or green tea bitch because like despite that they still love me and like having me around
"dni if you *thing that applies to me*" - "i hate people who *thing that applies to me*" - "*endless posts and/or tweets vaguing thing that i said*" ← somebody who will be following me.