It’ll take a lot more than words and guns.
Everyone is all like “yyyaaayyy Windblade”
and I’m just like
empty poor grabby hands
He said if he ran in those shoes, they’d fall off.
I only have 4 moods:
- fuck this
- fuck that
- fuck me
- fuck you
I empathize with the above, but I have an additional 4 moods to add:
- fuck yeah
- fuck no
- fuck my life
- fuck everything
and don’t forget the inevitable
- fuck it
"I told you I’d take you, didn’t I? I’m not going back on my word. You tell me when you want to go racing, and we’ll go racing."
"Well today would work for me. If you have the time, of course."
I STILL DON’T KNOW WHERE THIS IS FROM BUT I FREAKING LOSE IT EVERY TIME WHAT IS THIS
Just draw the damn hands. Stop ending them at stumps at the wrist. Stop hiding them behind someone’s back. Draw them. Yeah, you’re probably bad at them, guess what? Everyone is. And you’re not going to get better by not drawing them.
So draw the damn hands.
Bury me in this.
Get buried in this, get found by archeologists ten thousand years later, get presumed some kind of monarch or holy figure.