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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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I've been in a bit of an art funk lately, so I decided to do a little redraw of this piece from 2021.
did you predict the bloody mary ship
as highly requested, simon absolutely decking jimmy in the tulpar
(bonus doodle, inspired by the comment by @dino-dancer)
One of my favorite Bloodymary tropes is Simon dropping some random childhood trauma lore and mandated-reporter-middle-school-teacher Grace going:
Anyone else feel like it’s been one of those days since 2019?
I hope you know that it’s always this
It’s strange how dead people are perfect.
They way most of the dead are remembered by their good traits, how their flaws are forgotten. Erased.
I don’t know why I want to die, I just know that there’s something wrong with me. And if I die it’ll come with me, and only the good parts of me will stay behind.
Maybe I want to be remembered, because I feel like an afterthought all the time.
I know everyone has their own life, they’re the protagonists of their own stories. But I’m not even the center of mine.
I am nothing and nobody.
I wish I could be. The center. Something. Someone.
It doesn’t have to be big, or even important. Just for me.
But I don’t know how to feel alive. Feel like I’m living.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but sometimes it feels like I can almost feel it in my chest. Like it’s a tumor that can be cut out.
But it’s not. And I don’t know how to fix me.
I know my death won’t fix it.
I don’t know what will.
"there is no way you're not using chatgpt for at least a few things here and there no matter your stance on it" what the FUCK are you talking about
[kinda old]
Oplita X Epic the musical
victor.
i forgive you.
one must imagine The Creature happy
something something what recourse do you have but to live
Putting this here without any context iykyk
"there is no way you're not using chatgpt for at least a few things here and there no matter your stance on it" what the FUCK are you talking about
fake screenshots for fun and profit!
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