Things just don't seem to really matter. I try to find joy in existence, but besides low term excitement, nothing really grasps me. I feel like everyone was born with something that I don't have. A purpose. A reason to be. But I haven't been checked for depression yet. So that's on hold for now.
Isn't it for safety purposes? Like, if she falls, he can catch her before she hits the ground or something.
Social norms are just a bunch of made-up rules to force people to pretend to be okay with something that they aren't. It makes you lie/deceive/pretend. Because, for some reason, people decided that being truthful is somehow bad/wrong and should be avoided. Neurotypicals are... confusing.
I thought this was a GIF at first. It appears to be moving ever so slightly. Amazing work.
Shading with pencils has such a *thing* to it in my eyes. It is so subtle, yet so beautiful. Too bad it didn't fit well with me.
This took almost two weeks to finish. It should've been only an hour or two. At most! On another note, I finished a book yesterday where the end that I predicted didn't come to be. Not only that, but it was something completely unexpected/unpredictable. I was pleased.
