byler really is just sweet lil will byers who calls his siblings friendless and can load a shotgun in 2 seconds flat
and his wet noodle of a boyfriend who planned to fight demogorgons with a candlestick(?) but will yell at anyone and just throw himself into physical fights despite being useless at them
You are not worth your art. When I say that, I don’t mean you and/or your art is worthless. I mean that your value is not dictated upon your art—how often you make it, the quality of it, the length of it, etc. The outputs of your efforts do not define your value as a person. You are not worth less because you decide to take a break from creating your art—or if you’re moving at what feels like a snails pace. You are not any less of an “artist” if you choose your well-being and personal kindness over churning out art you might not even be happy with. Your importance does not equate to the things you make. You are a person—not a canvas, or a drawing, or a sculpture, or pages with words on them, or a design, or a character you’re meant to play. You’re you. And there’s only one original version. So take care of you. Art will be always be there for whenever you’re ready to return to it, or whenever you’re prepared to quicken your pace again. You’re worth more than just your art. You’re a person, first. We shouldn’t forget that.
Cannot WAIT to finish this (not close) fic and get it out bc I’ve had A Thought that I haven’t been able to say bc The Spoiler At The End, but I wanna talk abt it with y’all SO BAD