My... Baby??? Angel????? Sweet Baby Child??? I'm Love Her???????? Must Protect???????????? Am Mother????????

I got into a fight at school.

The other girl through the first punch.

But it made me realise that school's too much

For me to handle.

I just can't seem to take

When I make calmness break

In someonelse...

Or in myself.

Last week-

I think-

I had a dream

Where I was in love

And happy

And we were content

And calm...

In my head:

There was still calamity,

So I thanked you

For sailing in my storm with me.

Because I know

Some will still be angry

When I go back-

Just as when I leave

(again)

They can't forgive me

For last year...

For just-

Disappearing

From them.

I plan to tell them

This time-

Give my reasons-

And explain

That school

Is seeming

Like an unbearable strain

And I need a break

And a little concentration

Combined with motivation

To keep going.

But last night

...

No dreams.

Just the one nightmare

As my comfort and my company.

But because of it

I woke of lonely

And still felt empty

For a couple hours 'til

I remembered

That they(and you)

Were angry

At me

For leaving.

And I felt queasy

Even now, this evening.

And I know

That is was true, though.

But it scared me anyway

That she

Had wanted revenge

For what- I couldn't say,

After all: /she/ tried to punch /me/

I'd just wanted her to stop.

...

I guess I'll never really

Feel like I'm enough.

...

Any way, I remember

That in my dream

Everybody knew each other-

And all of you hate(d) me.

I guess dreams /do/ just mirror reality...

Friend: *kills hinself*

My fucking, shit-brain: death? You like death?? You want some dreams of death??? Have some nightmares of people being mauled or run over! Have nightmares of your past friends and old teachers chasing you while tying to kill you!! Have a nightmare of your mom planing to kill you!!!

You LOVE death right?

Me: I'd rather die from exhaustion then sleep.

Brain: not good enough? Wanna imagine your nephew being murdering by someone gouging his eyes out?? Wanna imagine him falling down some stairs and smashing his head open??? I can do that! I'll even make you think about him being kidnapped!! Or maybe even just him suffocating in his sleep!!!

DONT YOU JUST L O V E DEATH???

So I'm drawing a thing...

Such a handsome baby boi, I love😙💕

"What, are you /queer/, now?"

-my dad, to my sister, less than 20 feet from me.

I am the /only/ queer person in the house.

I am the /only/ queer person in our imedient family.

He's didn't need to say it like.... That.

It wouldn't hurt so much if it hadn't been almost a year since the last time I heard say something anti-lgbt+ but it has been a while and I thought he might not say that- at least not in front of me.

What I posted vs. Same page, about 10 minutes after posting.

Accidentally took a really nice shot of my backpack! Haha, you can easily tell which pins I made myself and which are store bought! I found out a few days ago that his bag was my grammy's!

Simon has had to deal with fucking idiots his entire life, beginning with his weird-ass brother, Ichobod, and now with his dumbass co-worker, Daisy. His suffering never ends. Do I have too many OCs? YES, definitely. Shit. I just realized that my OCs are another collection. Fuck! Also that second drawing looks like shit but I’m too lazy to redraw it.

Redraw some older stuff :/

When you don't draw for about a week, you end up just doodle-vomiting all over your paper. Which is how a lot of my many OCs came to be, ngl.