Back at it again, this time with Mae Borowski and her nightmare eyes
The brows got a lil lost in the sauce and the nose got too cut up but otherwise I’m very proud of this one
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Back at it again, this time with Mae Borowski and her nightmare eyes
The brows got a lil lost in the sauce and the nose got too cut up but otherwise I’m very proud of this one
Some Things I Screenshotted From W2H2 Part 1 While Watching Frame By Frame
Spoilers below
I have finally finished my WIP please enjoy
I literally could not have finished this without feelo-fick’s kind words, it motivated me to finish this 3 year old work in progress 💪
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A Poem About My Experience in UK Schools :)
I cannot swim. Not because I don’t know how to swim. Not because I am too lazy to swim but because my legs are made of lead. I am drowning. Please toss me a life raft so I can show you that it is not my lack of knowledge of how to swim that is stopping me from drowning. Let me paddle in the water and explain how I know what my legs and hands and spine and head are doing. I know how to do it all. But I cannot trust my own body to keep me afloat because my legs are made of lead. No, telling me to just float, telling me to just swim does not work and has never worked. After all my legs are made of lead. But you do not listen I do not have a single sheet of paper signed and legally diagnosing me with legs that are made of lead. But you have seen it in class, you can see it in my scores, you can see it in the way I swim without a life raft that I am making the correct movements, I am swimming I just cannot stay afloat. I am disabled but you won’t listen. I am disabled and there is a way to diagnose me but I do not qualify. I do not qualify because I am not part of your society. I am not part of your culture. I am a leech on your country sucking up your precious resources so I can stay out of the water and stay lazy. I don’t want to be out of the water. I want to swim. I see my peers swimming so fast and so well and I think, I just think, if I could suck it up and float than I could be as fast and as good as them. And the worst part is that, even if I did float, even if I did get a diagnosis, would anything change? Would I get a raft? Would I be able to keep up with everyone else for once?
I cannot swim. My legs are made of lead. And when you throw me into the deep end, I sink farther underneath the dark waters as the pressure crushes my skull and my limbs and my confidence far far away from everyone else and I can hear you say just above the surface, we’ll work on that some more, and if we can’t get it right this time, we’ll just have to try again next year.
And I ask muffled and unheard by the silty water, and how many more years will that take?
Never talk to me or my son ever again
Happy Holidays
Doodling instead of class work
Here's some half life sketches :))))