Academia-wannabe - I Don’t Know What I’m Doing

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein—we’ve all been there in one way or another.

First drawings on my Huion HS64 !

My relationship with time is complicated. I either feel like four hours is two minutes or I feel like five minutes is twelve hours. Months don't make sense because some of them feel like they take four months and others don't feel like months at all. I could've sworn I was 16 eight years ago and I feel like I've been alive at least 74 years and this month doesn't feel like January because I'm still in the same mental state as I was in November.

*climbs out of a hole*

ITS OCTOBER AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

*just throws on a red gnome hat and royal blue cape and proceeds to run into the woods after jumping over a wall in a graveyard and rolling down a hill and into a lake* tImE tO gEt lOsT

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