How To Ask The Demon You've Been Smitten Over For 6000 Years To Dance: An Angel's Guide

Skull color study, acrylic painting by hanykayal

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You are perfectly you. Fantabulous is an example

I hate how I am.

I hate that I don't truly know how to be a friend. I don't know how to reply to anything. I don't know when to be grown up, or when to have fun. I get overwhelmed. I fidget too much. I talk too much or too little. I'm annoying. I don't get it. I don't know. I dont I don't I'm not I hate

Why are friendships so hard

Why are they full of pain and agony

Why can you be having a perfectly normal conversation with someone you've been friends with for so so so long one day

And then the next, they don't even talk to you? And you blame yourself. Because it's always your fault. You're bad at this. You can't make friends. You can't keep friends. They didn't like you. It's your fault

I hate how I am. Why am I so emotional? Why am I so weird? Why do I have to be so antisocial? Why don't I interact with people like a normal person? Why do I get so obsessed with stupid things nobody cares about? Why can I not sleep? Why do the gods hate me in particular so much

I sound selfish

I don't mean to sound selfish

I'm sorry

I'm just tired.

Tired of trying to figure out who I am and why I am.

Tired of trying to please everybody.

Tired of giving the same responses to everything because I don't know how to be a friend or how to respond any other way.

Tired of feeling like a failure.

Tired of trying to be normal.

Tired or never knowing how to act. What to say. Where to go. What to look like.

I'm just tired

Frodo: *stabbed by an immortal blade*

The Hobbits: What do we do Mr. Strider

The Hobbits: *looking to this big scary mountain man so intimidating and mysterious they don’t even know his real name*

Aragorn, truly just some guy at heart: I’m gonna call my dad

Favorite green pages from my gouache sketchbook 🌿🌼

Vanitas Vanitarium, Et Omnia Vanitas by Vincenzo Lamolinara

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He returns.

He's ressurrected.

He lives.

And he will come and boop you

ACK MY HEART 💔

Because you and Mr. Fell don't ever talk to each other. We talk all the time. We've been talking for millions of years. Bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla. I say something brilliant, and he says something unintentionally funny back. It's great. You never say what you're really thinking.

Good Omens + Parallels

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