every time i start to feel cringe for being too deep in the hyperfixation i remember the intense depression i have waded through and have to remind myself that enjoyment is fleeting (so grab it with both hands), and life is for loving (so hold that love close), and if anyone thinks i’m cringe they must not be having a very good time (and i hope they can find a good time soon).
you know when you really want to talk abt your OCs but don’t know what to say so you’re just holding them up like Simba with a bunch of exclamation points overhead?
If my friend's ocs have 100 fans I'm one of them if my friend's ocs have 10 fans I'm one of them if my friend's oc have 1 fan that's me if my friend's ocs have no fans that means I'm no longer in this world
the only reason why ten year old girls are destroying stupidly overpriced products at sephora to make “skincare smoothies” is because they aren’t being given access to a yard with a variety of mud, sticks, rocks, puddles, and old ceramic planters to make potions in. the children yearn for the apothecary
Unstoppable Force (my love of seeing other people's takes/stylization on my OCs) vs Immovable Object (my gripping fear of not doing other people's OCs enough justice when I draw them)