I write and make OCs, feel free to ask me about my current brainworms
Grief is that lump in your throat you push down while wiping tables.
Grief is standing in the corner rapidly blinking tears away.
Grief is doing what you can to function, because the world doesn't stop just because their heart did.
Grief is that lump in your throat you push down while wiping tables.
Grief is standing in the corner rapidly blinking tears away.
Grief is doing what you can to function, because the world doesn't stop just because their heart did.
July 2023 - random fever. Bedrested myself out of it.
March 2024 - suspected strep throat AND a reaction to shrimp. Nothing.
June 2024 - busted my shoulder in the work freezer.
Now - tooth pains. Nothing.
July 2023 - random fever. Bedrested myself out of it.
March 2024 - suspected strep throat AND a reaction to shrimp. Nothing.
June 2024 - busted my shoulder in the work freezer.
Now - tooth pains. Nothing.
July 2023 - random fever. Bedrested myself out of it.
March 2024 - suspected strep throat AND a reaction to shrimp. Nothing.
June 2024 - busted my shoulder in the work freezer.
Now - tooth pains. Nothing.
"That's if you've still got one that's left
Inside that cave you call a chest-!"
The delivery of it is so striking and powerful, and it just hits me very particularly.
"That's if you've still got one that's left
Inside that cave you call a chest-!"
The delivery of it is so striking and powerful, and it just hits me very particularly.