Hi! I’m opening commissions. Just so you know and because I know my pacing (in this heat), I’ll start with 5 slots for July/August 💗
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Hi! I’m opening commissions. Just so you know and because I know my pacing (in this heat), I’ll start with 5 slots for July/August 💗
All the relevant infos here✨
Soft (hard) launching the idea that I’m opening commissions soon anywhere but on the app I have the most consistent following because I’m terrified about some reactions
when you wanna post something so bad but you have to be PATIENT
warning “the journal factory exploded” post or whatever
In one year, I’ve quit a job that made me the miserable, had to redefine my longest friendship, lost a fixture in my life and I somehow went through it all because I also finished the first draft of a novel, I started writing fanfiction again, I renewed with a drawing medium that I had given up because I was putting unnecessary pressure on myself before (I still do), I discovered something I was passionate about again (perhaps a little too much sjsjsj). I have been so happy because I met wonderful people, brought back whimsy into my life to a degree I had not felt in years and however fleeting those connections and friendships have been or will be, I’m thankful. So, it breaks my heart that every month or week, we’re going through the same motions so someone has the impression of being right in the end. I know it’s not supposed to be that deep but it IS because there are human minds behind pseudonyms, we care because we are made this way and we are supposed to.
I haven’t been very active on here at all because I’m in New York akdkdkdk
I met Megan Hilty, like wtf she’s so beautiful and sweet and I completely froze so now I feel a little stupid. BUT I gave her one of my four Mads print and she signed my playbill.
But the best thing is Kaleigh Cronin, to whom I gave a print on my first night and we talked (I tried to because I was so stressed) and she ended up taking my print back to the theatre for safe keeping and to have it signed by the others 😭 (which she did in ONE DAY) and I traded her another copy (because she wouldn’t take one for her on the night I met her). I have a signed print of my own art aikekdkdkdk 😭😭😭
spiralling thinking about death becomes her
So like we’re losing both sister Frances and sister Hilda? Life really is unfair
I love my friend who lied to me about a time to meet so I wouldn’t be late as if I’m not always 30 to 15 minutes early every time