Blood loss, and being dead for so long has left me frail, I can’t entirely help it.
WHA—DON’T ASK SUCH INAPPROPRIATE QUESTIONS.
If I had the choice, no. I wouldn’t have gone.
Call me what you’d like, but I never wanted to see my own grave. It’s a feeling I can’t describe and a feeling too hard to understand.
[actual representation of me right now]
I’m so overwhelmed by all of this! Like, literally a year ago I was freaking out over having 50 followers, and I would freak out over reaching 500, now less than a year later I’m flipping out because four thousand people have decided to follow me.
I’m so so so grateful for all of you lovely followers, and I’m so happy that you all love my art and story so much and just…! gaaah I’m so fdls;ah; I CAN’T THINK OF ANY WORDS. I saw the number jump so fast and i covered my face and just fkdl;ah made inhuman noises for a little while.
But really, I’m so happy. And I never expected the blog to become what it is, a blog that people come to for comfort and strength and a blog that people can relate to and go to when they’re in a bad place. I’m so happy to have saved and helped so many people with my silly ol’ blog, and I’m proud to have so many strong kickass followers. >w<
And this blog has helped me too. It’s helped me improve in my art, and I’ve met so many amazing people through this blog, and so many of my beloved, amazing, talented friends too. <3 This blog also just…makes me feel good and like I’m doing something right and making something people love and are entertained by.
You guys are so great, and I hope you all continue to enjoy the blog as it goes on and grows!!
I love you all!! kisses and hugs all of u.
((this is not okay ))
Tears sting my eyes and I—I can’t really…I can’t think of the right words to say, or the right thoughts to think. I inhale sharply and choke out what I can.
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