me, incorrect: everyone is probably sick of me drawing this character by now…
my inner voice, wise: ah, but this cannot be… because I am part of “everyone”… and until I am sick of drawing them… it will not be everyone
me, opening a new blank canvas: ur so right
me flirting: oh fuck, your spiral horns are wicked and would be excellent for grabbing during carnal pleasures
fat people don’t have to be attractive either to deserve basic love and respect
not to sound like a victorian woman suffering from hysteria but i do think going to the sea would fix me
I watch ghost hunting shows the same way straight white men watch football
i am. so normal about my ocs. i am so normal about the stories in my head. i am so normal about worldbuilding. i am in fact so normal about this that i have many playlists dedicated to the characters and am planning on making one for the story itself. i am just so normal lets celebrate how normal i am about this