My way of coping when you left is like no other. I didn’t sit in my bed and cry for days, it was nothing like that. I didn’t cry for months, actually. I became numb, and for months I walked around destroying everything in my path. Friends became enemies and I can’t even talk about my grades without wanting to cry. You made me this way. You made me into the destructive, terrible human being I was. There is no one else to blame but you.
Who are the youngest members of the Herd, both two-legged and four-?
A baby portrait of the herd’s two youngest members couple years back. Small Dot still a fuzzy little hatchling and Spring Brook, who’s slightly older, but still adorably fluffy. By the time of the actual project, Small Dot has lost (at least most of) her baby fluff, but I just wanted to draw a fluffy baby ceratopsian.
Me: i need to get my hoola hoop of salt Dev: your circle of salt is weak Me: *literally burst out in tears* Dev: what it’s true Me: How about I step into my circle of salt Dev: what does it matter it’s weak Me: *cries harder* I’M TRYING OKAY