My hard drive that had most of my drawings on stopped working a few days ago. Since most of my work is with traditional media this isn’t a complete loss, but it means I’ll have to rescan a bunch of drawings, so in the meantime I’ll just be posting photos of new drawing.
*takes a perverse pleasure out of being bad representation*
*laughs evilly* my sexuality isn’t easily defined, my relationship with femininity is complex, and my autism symptoms aren’t cute or marketable *lightning strike in the background*
i don’t understand a single sentence in this and i’m ok with that
I haven’t stopped saying “it’s called quantum jumping, babe”
I would genuinely like to know who to blame for making these children so disconnected from the concept of imagination that they think the simpler explanation for what they’re doing is that they’re projecting their consciousness into one of infinite realities where fictional characters are real.
You know what it’s like when you don’t know anything at all, and yet you’re totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person?
