Pertenecer.
Si tan solo pudiera decirte una vez mĂĄs cuĂĄnto de todo lo que hay acĂĄ es tuyo.
Todo. Simplemente todo.
CosmosNea
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Todo. Simplemente todo.
CosmosNea
This is it:) I'm ending my art book with sanses. A bunch of them. Goodbye dear art bookđ
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
âIf they wanted to do, they wouldâ
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?
âWhere were they when you were at your worst?â
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 didnât tell them? How would they know if I donât tell them about it? This isnât a story where they can pick up on my silenceâ itâs real life, not a fictional world where Iâm using the âshow, not tellâ method.
âItâs not their fault, itâs mineâ
Itâs not their fault, itâs mine. Theyâd run to me in the blink of an eye if I told them I needed them. But I did not. I thought I wasâŠI wasâŠstrong. Or perhaps it was embarrassing to admit it.
I was a teenager; I didnât have to go through that. But they were teenagers tooâhow were they supposed to know what I was going through?
I couldâve. Shouldâve. Said. Something. ButâŠI didnât.
Summer, 12th November, 2024 [11:40 pm]
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