screaming, crying, throwing up, as I force myself to write a story i'm very passionate about and love writing and have no obligation to write except that i want to
elaborating on this hc
you, artist online. somebody has referenced you in conversation irl by your online handle and somebody else knew who you were talking about. somebody has kept up closely with your posts for a period of time like their morning paper. somebody found a music artist because of you, thinks of you when they hear them on the radio. somebody followed you years ago and remembers you randomly even though they can't find you. somebody has screenshotted and saved your posts and sent them in discord servers. somebody has made your drawings their lockscreen, added them to their favorites folder and looked at them when they're going through some shit, has sent them to their best friend and sparked conversation in private chats. your art in particular could be the source of a keen sense of nostalgia for someone. maybe they've even printed out your images using their home printer and taped them to their bedroom wall and they look at it every day and they never even told you. isn't that scary? isn't that awesome? remember this well.
submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known so that you may turn around and see the impact you leave and the light you cast on others.
ALL MOOTS ARE FRIENDOS
EVEN IF IVE KNOWN YOU FOR 23 SECONDS WE ARE BESTIES
WE CAN LITERALLY NEVER EVER TALK AND YOU'RE STILL AN AMAZING FRIEND
A color study of sorts I did, cuz why not ig
Okay last post of the day (m tired leave me be) but Mk! Mk!!!
She/they/it please! || M I N O R || Figuring this out as I go || Hissing and screeching like an animal in an enclosure over my silly interests || My art has been drowned behind my reblogs sorry?? I started tagging them as GremGob art, not that anybody cared but ye :P
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