Nobody in this building asked to be born. You didn’t ask to be you, bro. I didn’t ask to be me. I didn’t ask to have this skin. I didn’t ask to be who I was, bro. Nobody in here asked that… So when you see people, forgive them and accept, you feel me?
what was initially going to be a fire-emblem-talksprite-like-thing for a friend (SETH, IT’S SETH.) I cocked out halfway through the line art like a year ago and then I finished it today in celebration of his new dye-job.
There is something about the camp of Oprah’s Instagram that is so precious to me. The ridiculousness of trying to casually mention your birthday by acknowledging someone’s gift is gourmet on its own, but for that gift to then be comically enormous roses. It makes my cells joyful.