Mainly a journal page, but I’m also an artist (message me for commissions!)'(18)
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Category 5 yearning faggot event. 43 dead 87 injured
arf arf arf arf arf arf (sees that nobody is looking at me or gives a fuck) whatever
Is that a hard penis in your pants or is it something different than that? Also: do you hate me?
Hi there cutie ;3
Hello, handsome! I hope this finds you well
You know, I’ve always seen you as the moon in our relationship. In so many ways.
The biggest reason for that association is your beauty I suppose. You shine so brightly, it’s hard to capture on camera.
I think a lot, its hard to share. Yet I try to be an open book and show everyone the pages! Especially you. I mostly view it as a motivator. You make me want to be the best version of myself, and I can’t do that hiding my thoughts inward.
Sometimes I feel bad for not being able to capture you properly, just as all of my pictures of the moon are blurry. I fear in my art, and in my head I portray you wrong.
Every time I draw you, sculpt you, paint you, I see a mask looking back at me and I wonder If I’ll ever know the actual you, or if everyone I see is just how I see them.
I wish I could know everything to form a stable image,
But whats the fun in knowing everything?
Maybe I don’t mind not knowing all of you as much as I thought.
I’ve always chased the pleasure of knowing more, especially things I fixate on. And you, my dear are my main interest.
And at the end of the day I know we understand each other more than anyone could, at least I feel that way. Although every time I think about something like that a little voice in my head says “Hmm.. Does he feel the same?
My Moon, I adore you.