WIP scribble for a friend.
I need to fix his lower half. YOU’D EXPECT I’D BE GOOD AT THAT AREA BY NOW.
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene
Tried something new, and I LIKE IT.
Now back to oblivion with me tho.
I also do commissions. Do. Not finish. But do.
Some sketch WIPs.
Being me can only mean
Feeling scared to breathe
If you leave me then I’ll be
Afraid of everything
That makes me anxious, gives me patience, calms me down
Lets me face this, let me sleep, and when I wake up
Let me be
spoiler: i like my sketches much better.
We are so much alike, you and I.
You’re a hobby and I’m a killer.