Waking up and talking to people and being stepped on again and again. When will it end? Why do I not feel out of the norm?

Every day there is a new mental blow to the head. I’m not giving up, but I am so glad I am moving soon

Every detail you have put into this embodies gluttony. The delectable pool, the crosses, the seeking of new adventure in the wild sea. Good job

Witch goblins

I mean, sometimes I make vent art and I’m really fuckin proud of it then I can’t show anybody. I want my incorrect thoughts to be bowed to