Highest rank/s:
#29- Blah
#43- Tagged
#59- killme
#101- hell
#199- trash
This a book between my drawings and pieces of digital art. . .
It's shitty but people are free to their opinions
1. I have an hellish fear of aligned holes (trypophobia or however the hell it's spelled)
2. I have a really bad liking to flower Gore. (Or just Gore in general)
3. I'm actually very shy around kids who interact better with others.
4. I find my sense of humor rather dark and disturbing more than funny...
5. I fucking LOVE characters with no heads/necks and long ass tongues
6. I wouldn't say that I have anger issues, but everyday that I wake up, there's a bitch that I want to humiliate in front of crowds by kicking and throwing many fucking punches to their cock loving ass and dick-fucked face
7. I have a constant fear of yelling. It's kind of a PTSD fear. When I was little, my family had anger issues and whenever someone raised their voice, I would duck and cover（´ー｀)
8. I really adore the countryside but hate the smell down there. Most of the smells down there are shit.... Literally
9. I can't spin in circles.
(I'm literally not joking btw)
10. I'm scared of bugs. NOT SPIDERS, just June bugs and beatles.. (I really love spiders actually 'w')
You wanna hear a joke??? MARK ZUCKERBERG ISN'T AN ANDROID!!! HE'S A REPTILE!!! GET IT RIGHT!!!!!
Spoiler to my story eh??
The reigns of fire surrounds me. Lava flows from every pit as the small pieces of ash slowly fall to the molten ground as I stand. Above me, looking at the devil himself in the eyes. I'm begging to see the world above me, even though it abandoned me so long ago. He looks back at me. Before he can say a word, the one known to wear a cloak, soft as silk and as black as night appeared. He walked closer to me with silent pace. Thoughts flooded my mind as he looked like death himself. His skin was dark, almost as much as his cloak, and his voice, baritone which made the ground rattle as he spoke. The words I thought that I'd never hear, he said. "The world. It's at it's peak, and it's time, my child. We must flee." He said no more, leaving as he did when he came, No sound leaving a trail behind him. The only sound left was from the sudden rattles that the ceiling wouldn't hold any longer... "It's time"
I'm sorry, but I don't have 28 friends.... Soo.. I'll just tag one person that zelgin didn't <(⇀‸↼‶)>
