Pertenecer.
Si tan solo pudiera decirte una vez más cuánto de todo lo que hay acá es tuyo.
Todo. Simplemente todo.
CosmosNea

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Pertenecer.
Si tan solo pudiera decirte una vez más cuánto de todo lo que hay acá es tuyo.
Todo. Simplemente todo.
CosmosNea
This is it:) I'm ending my art book with sanses. A bunch of them. Goodbye dear art book😔
Classic/UT Sans belongs to Toby Fox
Void Sans belongs to @air-png
Shade sans belong to @cryzdust
Cloud sans belongs to @lyricsmonsterdraws
Faulty belongs to @dominom3th
Zerocross belongs to @mrdimtmb
Brunnera belongs to @zechiki
Splash belongs to @splashsans
Dice belongs to @rainbowhongqi
Bunny belongs to @pillzyumnz
Save belongs to @imabigboi
Daydream/Dust!Dream belongs to @luvyourself2hell
Plant, monochrome, stellar, talis, lunar, and redust, CT!Sans belongs to me
Should I buy a new one? @altheas-stuff
More Usagi/Jack Rabbit art for you thirsty heathens /respectfully
Been trying out new brushes n stuff hehe
Lo real perdura.
No desaparece ni deja de ser.
Solo aprendemos a ser un poco menos nosotros y vivimos con todo eso en segundo plano. Pero es en ese plano en donde realmente somos y queremos estar.
CosmosNea
“If they wanted to do, they would”
But would I let them? They would be there in a heartbeat, but would I even call them? Do I have the courage to be vulnerable enough to express my feelings?
“Where were they when you were at your worst?”
Did I make it look like I was at my worst? Were they supposed to have magical powers and know I was at my worst? How could they know if I didn’t tell them? How would they know if I don’t tell them about it? This isn’t a story where they can pick up on my silence— it’s real life, not a fictional world where I’m using the ‘show, not tell’ method.
“It’s not their fault, it’s mine”
It’s not their fault, it’s mine. They’d run to me in the blink of an eye if I told them I needed them. But I did not. I thought I was…I was…strong. Or perhaps it was embarrassing to admit it.
I was a teenager; I didn’t have to go through that. But they were teenagers too—how were they supposed to know what I was going through?
I could’ve. Should’ve. Said. Something. But…I didn’t.
Summer, 12th November, 2024 [11:40 pm]
Faulty Wiring