The Q U E E N S

Torn between wanting to post more art and being terrified of posting more art

uhhhh fuck it have a guy

Shout out to my son who I created back in middleschool and has survived till college. You are fucked up but I love you

There’s a guy at my school and for some reason he’s always carrying a jar of peanut butter with him, it’s always in the side pocket of his backpack. I’ve never seen him take out the peanut butter but it’s always there. I think about this a lot.

Last year I was watching an anime really late at night. The next morning I woke up to see a cat outside of my house that kept brushing up against me. I don’t have a cat, not many people in my neighborhood have cats as most have dogs. I have never seen this cat in my neighborhood after that day. What does this mean?

Improvement

Getting over my fear of hands and jaws. But not feet ):

Feet are scary

Once again succumbing to the delusions

Why this happen?

Someone explain

Mama

Turns out that posting somewhat regularly removes my anxiety of posting.

Anyway this guy.

Don’t trust this guy

Very bad guy. Name of Andromeda

(This is the longest animation I’ve made so far, 15 hours for a loop)