Hellooo this is now going to be a commission account. Due to my art skill ill only charge 3-6 dollars. For example if its a very simple sketch, it'll be a lower price. Compared to a more detailed full body piece.
I am a minor so I wont draw anything weird.
Dm if interested or have any questions.
The way of payment would be cashapp
(If anyone is interested in traditional art, I am much better at it)
Here's a story I wrote. Tw it has addiction. Specifically pills and mainly alcohol.
(I'm tryna remember if I posted this on my main account before. Either way I'll post this on here)
Hands shaking. Tears streaming. Hands grasping onto her head. Breathing speeds up. Heart rate increases. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up! She screams repeatedly internally. ... silence. Everything goes quiet. Time practically stops. There's a random wave of calm. She lifts her head and grasps onto the pill bottle. Opens the bottle and pops the pills into her mouth. The bottle said don't take more than 2 in 24 hours. Don't use these to sleep or only take these at night. She didnt care. Didn't stop her from taking 4, in one sitting, during the daytime. She needs the thoughts to stop. She needed to sleep so she could no longer think. The cycle will always repeat. School. Come home. Sleep. That was her when she was a kid. (12) Now she's 21. The pills turned into alcohol. The cycle was slightly changed. Work. Come home. Drink alcohol. She always said I'll never be like my dad. I'll never become addicted to pills or alcohol. Sure she took some drowsy pills but that didn't count. Those aren't heavy drugs or alcohol. Now 21 years old. Major addict. She started as a social drinker. Always went to parties and got WASTED. But it was only at parties. So everything was okay. Friends starting having hangouts multiple times a week. The hangouts which had drugs and alcohol. But again she was fine. It's not like it was a daily thing. Plus it wasn't that bad. (Totally) And well you know how that goes. It started spiraling from there. At home drinking. Then Daily. Then A shit ton Daily. Throwing up CONSTANTLY. Just like any day she reaches for a drink. Then another. Then another. Then.. drink in hand. In the bathroom. Throwing up. And her vision suddenly fades to black. She was supposed to hangout with her drinking buddy today. Her friend came over as planned. Knocked on the door. No answer. They were extremely close so she walks in. Surprised that the door was unlocked but walks in nonetheless. "Hello" "Anybody here?" No response. She walks towards the bedroom. Looks to her side. There's the bathroom with the door wide open. She looks down, and sees her passed out in her own throw up. This was a common occurrence. But something about this time was different. The friend stayed calm nonetheless and took care of her. Including the mess. She woke up feeling sick as hell. Yet the first thought was "I need to grab a drink" The friend grabbed onto her wrist to prevent that. And then cleans up the throw up.
-Changes to 1st person-
My friend started talking to me. And the conversation is all a blur to me now. I remember the mention of AA and how my drinking is a problem. With some stupid response of mine saying "nahh I can control my drinking" "it's not that bad and I can stop if I wanted to". Yeah I was sorely mistaken. Things just started to get worse shortly after. When I decided "im gonna get sober and prove them wrong" I made it 1 day. Then thought just 1 drink. Just another. And then another. And it just kept building up one after the other. And after that a thought kinda came up. "I really can't control it" She tried to hold onto the thought of control anyways. But that thought of control slowly faded away in time. When the realization of no control finally sunk in things got rough. All this time I thought I could control it. But I can't stop. I can't fucking stop. I was terrified. And shit terrified sounds like an understatement.
Hey this is just a small story that I randomly thought of a bit ago.
Step by Step
I'm in a void. Walking on what seems to be a neverending path where nobody can reach. I slowly meet a dead end. A deep pit with a shovel alongside it. Somewhere really deep down I know I should turn around. But step by step I continue walking. Feelings and thoughts are nullified. My mind is blank and it feels like my soul left my body. With the only thought being "don't stop" 1. 2. 1. 2. One step. After another. After another. And after another. I slip in the pit and lay in my grave. The grave I didn't realize I dug.
Hey this is just a small story that I randomly thought of a bit ago.
Step by Step
I'm in a void. Walking on what seems to be a neverending path where nobody can reach. I slowly meet a dead end. A deep pit with a shovel alongside it. Somewhere really deep down I know I should turn around. But step by step I continue walking. Feelings and thoughts are nullified. My mind is blank and it feels like my soul left my body. With the only thought being "don't stop" 1. 2. 1. 2. One step. After another. After another. And after another. I slip in the pit and lay in my grave. The grave I didn't realize I dug.
Hey this is just a small story that I randomly thought of a bit ago.
Step by Step
I'm in a void. Walking on what seems to be a neverending path where nobody can reach. I slowly meet a dead end. A deep pit with a shovel alongside it. Somewhere really deep down I know I should turn around. But step by step I continue walking. Feelings and thoughts are nullified. My mind is blank and it feels like my soul left my body. With the only thought being "don't stop" 1. 2. 1. 2. One step. After another. After another. And after another. I slip in the pit and lay in my grave. The grave I didn't realize I dug.
I hope to be more active on Tumblr. If I do, then i might be posting poems, short stories, scenarios, songs, and ocs. I might also add some art or doodles on this account.