i like how almost everyone i talk to thinks that i was just automatically good at art, like you should see what i used to draw, it was fricken anime for crying out loud. like yeah sure i got better, but let’s just pretend 6th and 7th grade didn’t happen
y’all looking back on my first art book from awhile ago is so embarrassing. how did anybody put up with how i talked? like i sounded over enthusiastic all the time??!? like seriously, also i used the :3 thing all the time??? shoot me now please
Oh my, I’m sorry to every one of my followers. I haven’t been that active and I lost a few followers because of that. I’ll try to be more active and maybe get some art done
A small poem made by me:
Red is hatred
Red is the sight of war, hate shrouding it like mist.
Red is the feeling of someone taunting you, saying you cannot
do it.
Red is the sharp touch of a fist making contact with a face.
Red is the metallic taste of blood as you bite down on your tongue, knowing the words you are about to say, would do more harm then good.
Red, is hatred.
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