I think the hardest part about losing you
was that I didn’t just lose the boy
who called me pretty even when I hadn’t showered in 3 days,
the boy who once kissed me in the rain with tears in his eyes
I lost my best friend
the only person who knows what my favorite time of day is
the only person who’s calmed me down after a day of nightmares
I’ve lost so much more
than anyone can imagine
and I hear what youre asking
I’m just trying to make it easier on you
Hi guys, I know you’ve been asking for a while and now that I am a soon to be graduate from UNI, I’m broke as hell!! and i am in desperate need to save up for a new computer. Also due to my home circumstances me and my mother will be moving soon as well. so A LOT is happening right now for me, and any commissions I make will be a great help in funding that stressful process.
I can also draw furry/anthro characters and NSFW (although it will be extra) i usually don’t have too big a problem but of course just send me a email or PM on what you want and we can discuss it from there.
background and extra characters are available for all tiers so if you want a rough sketchy background that’s fine! I’m not too sure on what else to cover, i probably missed some stuff worth addressing but again if you have any questions just Email me or direct message me etc.
Reblog if you want an internet friend super badly. One who would remind you to write, let you rant, make stupid jokes with, be comfortable spamming, fangirl/boy with, and all around be there for you and make you smile.
I fear recovery
Ive lived all these years at rock bottom,
and even on sunny days when I can see the the way up
I sit and stay.
All my friends are with me and they refuse to leave,
and I dont know how to bond with someone,
if its not through mutual sadness.
So I’ll spend the rest of my life pricking my finger on the thrones of something beautiful.
And while I lay with the sinners,
I wish to be the worst of them.
We all doubt if we belong here among each other,
because someone always has it worse, right?
So we whisper to our neighbors about the past abuse,
and we hope this will make living worse,
because I can’t let them believe I am faking.
A symptom of emotional numbness they never warn you about;
You start to wish for the car your in to crash.
not so you can taste death,
but because the worst events will make you feel again.
and late at night I contemplate suicide,
because then I would pay attention to myself.
Every impulsive act has become a way to feel again,
Every impulsive act has become a cry for help form myself.