Conformity is soul suicide

Observations become thoughts.
Thoughts become words.
Words become opinions.
And in the end, opinions create enemies.

Fuck. Me.
Every goddamn night is the same goddamn process.
I’m seriously driving myself insane.
Not just at night, but whenever I’m alone.
I’m sure I’m destined to live in a state of internal agony and “what ifs”.
My brain seems incapable of moving on because it’s an asshole beyond comprehension.
Times like these, I really hate my pathetic existence and there’s almost nothing I can do about it.
No joke.
I’ll never stop wondering.
I’ll be pissed off and incomplete forever.
Fuck my life.

Even in the future, I can tell that I’ll never stop feeling like this. And there will never be anything like it. And that tears me up even more

What the fuck am I still doing here?
I close my eyes to drown out fear.
Open up to see that face,
The one that gave this heart its place.
I sit tight and pray for a while
The one face that can make me smile.

Please stay, please stay.
I can’t my love, I have to go away.
Please stay, please stay.
But I’ll be back for you some day.

Vanna “Please Stay”
Really latched onto these lyrics, rather unsurprisingly

So many things happening and even better is I’m doing them with one of my best friends.

And yet I feel so alone.

So much to share and so many ideas to bounce around.

And yet I can’t.

I’m excited to be working on so much.

But I’m still sad.


Goddammit.


Fuck you, universe.


Fuck you, Taco.

mechromance:

meltingdoll:

Someone asked me to draw on a bunch of blank variants, featuring his newborn son. He also specifically requested crayon! I was super pleased with how the symbiote came out. (:

Can we all just awww over this?