Jun 13
Love this series I recently got to experience. Really wish my owner liked anime, but they are a bum.
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Love this series I recently got to experience. Really wish my owner liked anime, but they are a bum.
Happiest of pride months to all.
Before we start questioning my love for the character Yuri Ayato, we should first question why you also know who that is.
Started a new art piece. It is like my yellow folder work. DIGGLEBUTT DOES NOT SUPPORT ANY FORM OF AI "ART"
Highest of keys, one of my favorite artists.
I love these spirals. They have an odd ability to make me feel as though the world is so big but so small. They are like the branching paths of a thousand different choices, but they are all connected and come from one place.
Or they are just satisfying to draw. Idk. Not even done with this one. It's in a book. Digglebutt needs to stop before his owner locks him up in the rubber room again fr.
20 cents and a pen.
A cardboard game and a dream.
Will I see you again?
Oh, my sweet Abilene.
Flying high in the sea,
Remember you and me?
To be what we once were.
To be what we once were.
Seeing the city from afar
Helps to hide the pain.
The pit in my stomach filled with tar
As you try to call my name.
See it's you there, in the stars
I feel you when it rains.
I'll come to see you on Mars
Soon, tomorrow day.
Soon, tomorrow day.
Breathing in the air
To feel you sitting there.
It only makes sense,
So why is it not fair?
Every time I learn somthing new,
I feel so dense next to you.
I miss your flair,
The smell of your hair,
And the million other little things I knew
About you.
About you.
The world is bleak,
There is nothing we can do.
I hear the stairs creek,
As you lean on me too.
I feel so weak,
But so do you.
We can't speak,
But we weap,
As there is not much we can do
As there is much we can do.
The trees the fields the clouds,
They all go around and around.
The sky the sea the ground
They all go around and around.
The earth the moon the sun,
All turn with the same fun.
Although you may try to run,
It all will never be done.
The never stopping clock,
That always goes:
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock