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Your Art Is Beautiful Yet Again!
Your art is beautiful yet again!
I SWEAR I DON’T HAVE SELF-ESTEEM ISSUES but you definitely help me with them and I love you so much
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You are literally my favorite artist on Tumblr.
imma go have the most pleasant heart attack in the world thank you anon omg I love you so much



He's a god, he's a man He's a ghost, he's a guru he’s the terrible narcissist that ate my heart for a breakfast


Don’t go barefoot through woods. Wild at night swamp lights sleep. You see prophetic dreams, devil musses your trails, Unfamiliar hand lights your steps as you go. We set our path through nights, Til the dawn we will not come back. We both look so much alike, We follow each other’s steps.
Только ты не ходи босиком через лес. Дикой ночью огни будут спать за рекой. Видишь вещие сны, тропы путает бес. И чужою рукой свет несёт над тобой. Мы тропами вышли в ночь До седого утра нас нет. Мы похожи с тобой точь-в-точь, Мы с тобою идем след-в-след.
I'm so fucking tired of being constantly haunted by the thought of me never being good enough for anything. Literally anything. I'm relatively old for a "beginning artist" title, yet my achievements are minimal, if not non-existent at all. I don't even have a consistent style -- actually, fuck it -- I haven't even found a theme that would pick my interest for a considerable amount of time yet. And yet (!) I can't multifandom, having little time to get acquainted with other fandoms. I'm always busy with some other stuff like silly games and basically useless homework, often leaving little to no time to draw, like, minimal stuff, like, presents for my friends' birthdays. I'm not even a good enough friend to be worth having people around me. I'm always scared that I don't care for my pets as they deserve to be cared for -- and end up buying useless shit for them. I feel like my self-harm is like a pack of stick-on Halloween scars in relation to what other people do to themselves.
I know I'm fine where I am, but I'm not good enough.

Don't let it be wrong Don't let it be right Get in his way You're dead in his sights ❤️