2025 is the year to get around to it. rub some dirt in the gaping wound of your heart and bare your teeth to your own life
if you dont have a fursona at this point youre just being unprofessional
spending all that time on a drawing only to decide its very ugly
"I drift in space, no oxygen // I suffocate again // Slow motion now, can't feel the ground // So wish me well, my friend
I disconnect reality // Like static on a TV screen // Feels just like a fever dream // When nothing's what it seems to be
Ask God to save me // But she won't take me, no
I'm in between the sky and sea // I'm floating in oblivion // I'm in between entrapped and free // I'm floating in oblivion
I'm in the middle of the best and worst of me // Hurts to breathe, can't believe I'm so lost // All I want is someone to find me // Bring me back from oblivion"
- Oblivion by Palaye Royale
kind of annoying how irish goodbyes are generally frowned upon. this shit is like an art form to me
I don't wish for decent income so I can pay bills, I wish I had a decent income so I could commission artists to draw my OCs.