laney my serval girl
from last month

The universe sure can cook up new and exciting ways to fuck with you.

Learning new things is such fun, especially when you have someone so excited to be your subject.

It sucks being an anxious dog.

Woof sketch.
I'm very happy about the lips.

Edging 😌

The tiniest things can make a dilapidated tower crumble.

The clock ticks later, a pit slowly opening in your chest. Every second, the emptiness grows heavier. The air becomes stale, heavy. Step outside. Gaze at the moon. Take in the crisp air. Hear the coyotes and owls in the distance. It all makes it feel a bit more bearable, a bit lighter.

It's odd, laying in the pitch black. Closing your eyes, then feeling as if that darkness is pushing into the socket, through into your mind. You open your eyes, and nothing changes. Panic sets in, sweat forming. Just a little bit of light, the moon peaking through the blinds, and you're regrounded.

A blank wall, nobody to look at it but the artist, chiselling his silly messages onto it. Permanent echoes into the aether. Forever bouncing, but never being heard. What thing to do.