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yes i’ve already given up on inktober this year what about it

Huahsbdjwjsjxbhdusjaisudhdnj AAAAAAAAAAAAAA *explodes Deltarune style*

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The worst part is I don't even have her face, I have his. I wish I had the kindness of her eyes. Instead, every day I wake up and the mirror is just another reminder of him. His brown eyes, his sharp angled face, and his spirit. His hands, his feet. His anger. His rage. It's all mine. All of it. Sometimes it makes me hate myself. Everyone thinks I'm his carbon copy. "Just like his father," they say. Well they don't know how much it hurts me. They don't know what he really was. They don't know the pain and bruises I carry around because of him to this day. Nobody lived the life me and my mom did. They saw the best side of him. We suffered through the worst. I can honestly say I'm glad he's gone now. And all I want is to erase his face. It was all him. And he was the sum of it all—he was the only mistake my mother made.

Whywhywhywhywhy does netflix cancel every lesbian show it creates after one or two seasons?? wlw is just as important as mlm. We get SCRAPS from the table and it isn't ENOUGH to survive

my mother thinks i look much older than i am while everyone i meet thinks im max 16 y.o 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Add in the comments if you think you look your age and what others guess

i'm so proud of this one. discover my murtagh's pin !!

with HIS image aesthetic