"homework" *tired zombie noises*
"studying" *sad zombie noises*
"responsibilities" *disgusted zombie noises*
"internet" *happy zombie noises*
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
But that’s the tricky thing. Nobody’s memory is perfect or complete. We jumble things up.
We lose track of time. We are in one place and another. And it all feels like one long, inescapable moment. It’s just like my mother used to say. The carousel never stops turning.
How I see my friends draw