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Guys, I love horror and creepy art, drawing it relax me, its like a vent art but more spoopy.
Btw I'm sorry for the ones will be spooped
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⚠ TW: Scary, blood ⚠
Guys, I love horror and creepy art, drawing it relax me, its like a vent art but more spoopy.
Btw I'm sorry for the ones will be spooped
Cuando tienes la idea de cambiar, de transformar tu vida social, familiar, economica o incluso de confort. Es inevitable sentir una mezclas de sentimiento entre ellos miedo, felicidad, incertudible, coraje, valentia, tristeza. Sin darnos cuenta todos Los sentimentos de llevarlos AL extremos podemos facilmente a caer en depresion sin darnos cuenta. Sin pensar lo que queremos lograr lo fijamos como nuestras desiciones, logros, metas en nuestro foco de atencion y AL lograrlos es todo felicidad y orgullo asi que valio la pena llevar nuestros sentimientos AL limite pues valio la pena pero que pasa cuando es lo contrario...
[A person standing in a kitchen preparing food, caption: Meditation with an old enemy is advised.]
Meditation with an old enemy is advised. If you die, you won't find this skill again. The player who kills her cannot use her own spells and spells don't count towards this skill's requirement, it is the player who loses. That's why if you manage to use her spells, it's better to use her skills for other tasks such as the crafting of potions and magic, as opposed to just casting spells and doing them.
I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.
Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem