Sometimes you gotta look at something you just drew and say “Wow. I’m the artist I wanted to be a few years ago. There’s a new artist I want to be now, but I made it this far.”
And that’s a beautiful thing.
Quite often i’ll look at my art and go ‘you did it. you can draw that thing that 9 year old you wanted to be able to draw real bad but couldn’t. Nine year old you is so fucking smug right now. good job.’
Having a sibling or three really like….gave you interpersonal skills and moral exercises from an early age that people who were only children had to learn later on, because nothing makes your brain work overtime than having a ride or die relationship with someone who you would suplex through the dining room table in a second if they touched your shit, but you’d also stand up and take the blame for some shit if you knew it wasn’t their fault or stepping in and swinging if they were being bullied by someone else
Also gives you a keenly honed ability to lie, wide-eyed and plausibly and at the drop of a hat, because you definitely had Nothing To Do With This Situation, How Could You Even Think This Of Me, Papá
opposite of depression nap. depression awakeness. refreshing the same three websites over and over. there’s nothing new on any of them. eight seconds have passed and it feels like a century
Time's Vengeance 