#2. the fateful 8 hour dnd conversation on a field trip for that class that started our friendship

[zephyr-draws]

musings on insects, isolation, and how much can change when you're not looking

#i started this like a month ago #and finished it today because i was laughing at how much the sentence 'i'm going bug hunting with my partner' would kill pre-college me #but yeah. i'm still learning to accept that i'm not alone anymore. #learning to love insects was easy. it's a lot harder to learn to love myself #in the wise words of a fic my friend wrote: it sucks so bad sometimes. but even when it sucks it's better. #personal #insects #also all of the scenes in the middle two pages are specific memories that have contributed the most to why neither of those things are true #1. meeting my partner in an entomology class i took on a whim #2. the fateful 8 hour dnd conversation on a field trip for that class that started our friendship #3. trip to a museum (i also could have drawn the part of that trup where i got to hold a cockroach but i don't have a picture of it) #(and i really like that picture of her) #4. seeing a cockroach on the way to class and both of us yelling 'oh my god a little guy!' #5. working at an insect collection together (oh god the things our boss has probably heard) #6. seeing a boxelder bug on the way to see a movie together (we always saw insects when we spent time together) #7. seeing fireflies for the first time when i visited her over the summer :D