writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.
my soul will never recover from this but i really need a angst from these two
I was so scared by the idea of her fist pointing right at my face with the wild fury that I had only seen in her, she was yelling at me and… her voice began to break up.
Seeing her lower her fist between muffled cries that made her tremble in despair, the way she said those things confused me. Was I ever part of her family? I don't think so but I don't think a complete stranger out of nowhere would affect her this way.
That was the first time I saw her cry, damn it, I never thought it would hurt so much to see her like that. She told me about her family, she told me about her people so many times...That I had never noticed how much it affected her until she mentioned it between her trembling voice and her anger.
I don't think it hurt me to see her cry, the affection she had for her loved ones was what hurt me, I admired her deeply, she didn't give a shit about herself, the only thing she wanted was to open the sky for them, who does that?
I think... what hurt me was that at the end of the day she and I are not the same
I don't think seeing her cry or the love she has for her relatives hurt me, what hurt me was that all the shit she said was true, I don't regret a damn having used her like that, this place isn't the pathetic slums, I needed to do that to her and...I think she knew that all along
Shit, I'd love to meet her family, would they be a pain in the ass just like her?
I really have to practice drawing backgrounds, I’d like to be able to adapt them in my artstyle, like when you’d see a random tree I drew you could be like “oh yeah nino drew this” or something