The irrational fear, that I'll become famous somehow and then be cancelled and hated for liking a post 15 years ago.
Even though...
How tf would I get famous
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The irrational fear, that I'll become famous somehow and then be cancelled and hated for liking a post 15 years ago.
Even though...
How tf would I get famous
Just clocked out and this beautiful man gets on the elevator with me. He had on John Lennon-esque glasses and looks somewhat like a cross between Jacob Elordi and Luigi Mangione.
He was coming from the neurology department and offered to walk me to my car since he was also headed out for the day.
Had me flustered but in the best way. 🥴
Bless him for that.
Jax if he was fun and whimsical and and uhh awesome
Guys! I passed my science final! I've got... like 3 to go! (Art, Spanish and maths) I will fail two of these!
Random question, we all know the joke about consuming God, or whatever’s out there, right? So… does going to mass count?
I’m convinced that ambiance effects can save any drawing. All my drawings depend on them to not be boring. It’s like 70% of the process, it’s what gives emotion, and it’s the best part cuz I can play with the effects as much as I want 😝💞💞💞💞
To prove it, here are the before and after of my drawings:
This last one had a wild change 🗣️
Ace designs I guess
Ace of Spades - Memento Mori
Ace of Clubs - 3-Headed Hydra
"I want to be in love again. I despise it nonetheless.
I fear it, I hate it, I dread it, I disgust it to my core.
But I want it.
In all my struggles against it, I want to fall in love again"
- the last line of a poem buried deep in the depths of an unimportant drawer in my room, pushed there many months back and discovered again by me who had forgotten of it's existence