I Don't Know What To Put Here - Blog Posts

My Brain

Honestly I rather quite like Tumblr, it feels like the inside of my head, I don't think I've had my emotions be so of the wall, and I'm a theater kid, that's my whole thing, there is just so much cool stuff.

I like it here's it's cozy and loud, and full of pretty pictures.

Here are a few drawings of Wally that I did awhile ago (TW for scopophobia on the first two)

ALRIGHT It's been hecka long since we last posted any art previews or updates, so here is this week's little sneak peek.

As always, please do not repost or use the provided images. Sharing/reblogging is okay, so long as it's linked back to the original source- Credit is due. Please do not say 'Credit to artist' or any of that BS. (Como siempre, no vuelva a publicar ni use las imágenes proporcionadas.)

Here we have a bust of Pitch/Coal, Underprey's Papyrus. Important details: - Broken fang | He has a silver tooth to place here, but only wears it for events and meetings. - Piercing golden eyelights - Long shatter-type crack along the left side of his skull, with one piece missing near the top.

Underprey creator credits: Owners - Rosalie Annabelle Ailova, Underfell Sans, Rice Boll Our social media | Twitter: Rosalie's - https://twitter.com/KarowMaggie Mine -https://twitter.com/D3triment Tumblr: Rosalie's - https://rosy-posy-posts.tumblr.com/ Mine -https://frostuu.tumblr.com/ Toyhouse: Rosalie - https://toyhou.se/RosyPosy1987 Mine -https://toyhou.se/Frostu Art Fight: Mine - https://artfight.net/~Frostu

What is this?

I don't like being alone. I need to be around others. When I'm alone, the only person I have to talk to is me, but they don't like me. They tell me things like, "No one loves you; you'll always be a third wheel to people they care about more than you," "You're not going to do anything special, your days are numbered, and you know it, but you just don't do anything," and "You're forgettable, no one thinks you're funny, or creative, or interesting. You're just you. Average."

I don't always know what to make of that, so instead I sit. I sit alone on my bed, clutching my stomach and convincing myself not to throw up. I don't want to be alone.

I've spent too long alone.