But It's Fine - Blog Posts

I needed to flex my rendering skills so we're bathing this thingy

She doesn't look too happy but whatever

I dunno what kinda bath bombs she uses too yea but she was kinda messy with it lol

Was drawing Xingqiu last night (redrawing the screenshot of her blushing), but now I have to redo the entire lineart because I don’t like it-

and thus I am back on tumblr, doomscrolling though posts that I have already liked in the most mentally stable way possible (read: hyperfixation is melting my brain please send help)

i don’t like this but IT’S FINE IM SURE SOMEONE OUT THERE MIGHT

Ever since coming to term with the fact that what I'm experiencing is, infact, imposter syndrome, sometimes I get these spurs of self awareness and find the situation rather funny. Like, I catch myself almost wanting to talk to myself like a parent or mentor like "Yes, you did write that, and yes, it sounds pretty professional, but that doesn't make it not yours, you silly!"

Let’s fly with mama!

Lost Thoughts

I had an idea.

Well where did it go?

The place all lost thoughts go, I suppose.

Will it come back?

I guess only time will tell.

Why don’t you find it?

Trying to find lost thoughts never ends well.

Maybe they are meant to be lost

Maybe they were never meant to see the light of day.

They are lost to the spring showers that slowly wash them away.

They travel around forming groups

For a while they are lost, not knowing what to do.

Then they settle down, out of the way,

So new thoughts can form and do what they do.

The thoughts are lost but so rarely forgotten,

Forming forests and life where the lost gather often,

The lost and the beautiful.

Never the rotten.

Well where does the rotten go?

Nobody quite knows.

They appear in politicians dreams, I suppose.

Lost thoughts can always be found again.

Around corners, up and over bends.

When the wind whispers, try to listen.

Because these lost thoughts?

They all have one mission.

To find a home again, some place warm and new.

When you whisper back to the wind,

It listens to you.

So to find the lost thoughts, one must be patient,

Go around the corner, up and over the bends,

You might just find your lost thought again.

my first time coloring