Yesterday, a year ago, me and @iSketch_Smut were so worried because they’d been locked out of their account briefly trying to update their age.
This morning we woke up in the same bed and couldn’t be happier. I love you, doll. You’ve made me such a happy creature 🤍
I got better in some areas and worse in others, so I’m not upset at myself. But it’s almost as though I’m suspended in something. I healed a lot but caused myself damage (through academia, by like, 80%). This is the way of living, I think
I’ve been going through my art for the past few days and I realise I have changed so much yet not much at all. I have many thoughts on this (which I find interesting) but little way to describe them in a way that doesn’t sound like I became a mad man