Figure I'd dump some whiteboard drawings on here once in a while ^_^ featuring my OCs Glitch and Meri this time round
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Figure I'd dump some whiteboard drawings on here once in a while ^_^ featuring my OCs Glitch and Meri this time round
Some art of my guy :D might do proper shading someday but that day is not today lmao
My artfight btw!!!! Going to try attack a lot more this year! ^_^
An art gifting game
I miss you my dear. The house has been empty for a month. I keep hearing noises and forgetting that it isn't you moving about. I'd give anything to have you back here and making noise in the house again, to not only have your ghost as company.
It feels really stupid to be writing a letter but I heard it might help.. not seeing much of the benefits here yet, I'm only just seeing the words I'm thinking every day. But you were always very fond of these sorts of things. God, I remember when you were just a little girl and you loved writing these "diary entries" that you'd only just do so you could slide the papers under my door to tell me about your day. I didn't really understand why you couldn't just tell me to my face but that's just always the way you were. I think you always had something to say. I could see it in your eyes. But you never did.
Why didn't you tell me.
What did I do to deserve this? To lose my little girl, my baby. I'm so sorry. For whatever I did. I know you didn't mean those things you said, you were just having one of your moments again but I don't get why you had to go so far. Why you went so far. Why you did that to your pretty face. I see it everywhere now. In the distance, in my photos of you, in my reflection. My baby.