The storms in my head ruin the garden that my soul holds.
Le tempeste nella mia testa rovinano il giardino che custodisce la mia anima.

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The storms in my head ruin the garden that my soul holds.
Le tempeste nella mia testa rovinano il giardino che custodisce la mia anima.
Hi Tulip! I haven't asked you questions for a long time, but now I'm back! (But probably not for long)
So, do you think if you became super popular one day, would you be able to survive it? And do you think you will be ready for the fact that you will have many fans, but they can easily slander you and hate you? And in general, how do you feel about popularity?
Oh, and also, your comics are great as always, thank you for your creativity ♡
Sup :> Glad to hear about you again and also thank you for you compliment, I am happy to know that you like my art ^^
If one day I become that popular, I think I would quit the fandom. Maybe.
I think that being a little popular is a sad experience, sure it's nice to recieve asks almost everyday, have many likes and reblogs and sometimes fanarts. But there are so aspect of it that just makes me sad.
Ranting
Man as the day gets closer and closer i still get so scared cuz what if its just gonna by my last day being alive even though id been thru it so many times. I still have so much stuff to look forward too
Buen insomnio!
Hola! Bienvenido a otra noche de no poder dormir. Durante la siguiente hora estimada experimentarás un recorrido desgarrador por tus peores recuerdos; por ende, harás escala en tus peores momentos y posteriormente tomarás un momento para explotar tu creatividad y generar los más irreverentes “hubiera” de toda y sobre toda tu existencia. Ponte cómodo y permítete toda la incomodidad de mirar al techo mientras dejas que tu mente tome total control y haga una cirugía sin anestesia a través de la memoria.
When i think about life TOO much; what it is, my future, my choices, people, all the good times and all the bad memories and all the things that have shaped my brain, a nauseous feeling comes creeping up and in the end i get this literal feeling of wanting to throw up.