#i don't deserve you
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— responses to "i don't deserve you" ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚
just a lil angst woohoo, enjoy
"what makes you think that?"
"please don't say that"
"that's not true"
"what can i do to change that idea"
"if you think i am going to validate your pessimistic thoughts, then you're wrong"
"you are more than deserving of me"
"why are you underestimating your worth to me?"
"could you elaborate on what made you say that?"
"i'm the only one who gets to decide if someone deserves me, and i can confidently say you are that someone who does"
"then i don't deserve you either"
"don't ever utter those words again, i'm begging you"
"i won't allow you to use self-sabotage as a mean to end our relationship"
"don't go down that path"
"i hope you do find someone that you deserve then"
"is this how it ends?"
"you're right, i do deserve better"
#light angst#angst#imagine your otp#otp prompts#otp ideas#dialogue prompt#angst prompts#angst dialogue#i don't deserve you#writing prompts#writing ideas#writing scenarios#the sparkles in the headline kills me HELP
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Hi friends🖤
The week after the Esc final was pretty horrible for me mentally. For the first time ever I was physically ill and actually cried because of the results. The result might have been what I expected, but wasn’t expecting to feel so betrayed and let down. I was really worried I’d start spiraling, but I am lucky enough to have you all here, which really helped. I want to say how sorry I am.
I’m sorry that the televoters didn’t get the winner they wanted. I’m sorry for all of you who used their money to vote in vain. I’m sorry for my country not getting the opportunity to host the contest next year, celebrate and show our culture and I’m sorry that I don’t get the opportunity to welcome my mutuals to Finland. I’m so, so sorry for Yle who put up the best national selection of the year and did everything they could to get the best possible result, and it still wasn’t enough. Most of all I’m sorry for Käärijä who gave his all and damn near burned himself out to reach his dream to win Eurovision and then felt like he had failed us.
As the last seven days have gone by, I’ve slowly gone through the stages of grief. Denial that the results can’t be true and believing that they must be rigged. Anger at the nepotism and favouritism. Bargaining, thinking that maybe the Swedish delegation feels bad and lets Finland co-host next year or even gives us the trophy. Depression and fear that we are never going to get this close to winning ever again and this was our only shot. Finally, acceptance that everyone played by the contest’s rules and the end result is what it is.
Yle made a great choice of showing Käärijä’s Ice Hall show live and making it available all around the world. It was the marketplace celebration he wanted and deserved, but even better. Every single person in that audience was there for him and only him, as was every viewer wherever in the world they might be. Käärijä got the main character moment he deserved and that really warms my heart. The show also gave a closure to the after-Eurovision week and the post Eurovision depression and the new national trauma that all of Finland was starting to experience. It kinda ended this season on a high note for us.
Last night I unpacked the last stuff from my suitcase, put my bolero away, folded my Käärijä shirts to the closet. Then I went for a walk by the seashore, just to clean my thoughts from all the literal and figurative noise. And I remembered how small we are, and how unsignificant everything really is. And after a while, the numb grief was repleced by gratefulness. So I wanted to say thank you.
Thank you to every single one of you. Thank you for all the love you have shown to Finland and Käärijä this year. Thank you for the comments and likes, thank you for making art and memes, thank you for streaming and voting and supporting us. Finland, Finnish artists and Finnish language are so often forgotten and being in the spotlight of the whole world right now feels unreal and incredible. Thank you for watching our silly little national selection and their content, thank you for following Käärijä’s journey.
Thank you to everyone in Liverpool and all over the world who was rooting for Finland this year. I’ll never forget the German journalist who told me off the record that she wanted Finland to win, or the half dozen Spanish guys in green boleros, or the local volunteer who sang cha cha cha with me in the middle of the street, or the people who chanted for Käärijä at the arena, or the Brits next to us who came to give us comforting hugs when the result was clear. I’ve never seen my nation supporting something or someone in such a unison. The green colour, the outfits, the haircuts; cakes, drinks, decorations, celebrations all over. I’m thankful that people showed up at the airport and made clear to Käärijä how proud we are of him and how much everyone loves him. Not only did he reach a result most of couldn’t have even hoped for a few years back, he did it in our own language. He put Finland on a pedestal for the world to see and united this whole country in a way I’ve never seen before. He showed us how important it is to be yourself, be kind, accept your flaws and laugh at them, just believe in yourself and always do your best. Thank you, Jere from Vantaa. You deserve the world.
#content: thoughts I just had to get out#thank you for not abandoning me when I was devastated and angry and bitter#I don't deserve you
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To the people on this hellsite with depression, anxiety and other mental health issues wondering if your friends hate you when you don't respond or flake out on social events, they don't. They really don't. They entirely understand that your social battery runs out at the most inopportune times and you don't want to be seen in public. Just know that when you're ready, they'll be right there, eager to celebrate your return.
And it'll be like no time passed at all.
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Here is the rest! :D
A GUY MISSPELLS "TEA" ONE TIME
ilu kiki
#heck asks#this was our origin story#it was like walking down memory lane#it's only been like two months#but still#i loved every second of it#i don't deserve you
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*Crashes into inbox with a tray of cupcakes and cookies and leaves them on a convenient table* The cakes are okay! Anyway...
HELLO
I HEAR IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELOVED! :D
I hope you have a wonderful day today!
You have my writing skills today as your birthday present, all I require from you is 2 Blorbos. I promise I won't hurt them. (Unless you want me to) :D
MAJOR!!! you dear sweet lovely girl, thank you so much! I'm glad the cakes are ok! As long as you're ok too we can eat them together🥰hehe
And awwee you're so kind to gift me you're amazing writing skills! Don't feel obligated, but if you do want to write something, then I give you Sky and Wars as blorbo sacrifices volunteers. Comfort or torture them as you please hehe
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i dont understand- you said i COULD even know you said "I will take care of you. I want you to count on me" but at the same time your saying no
your not making sense- you want to hide? why do you want to hide from me-
especially after all we shared- you liked my warmth- you loved it- i have so much proof!!
I did.. And you're beautiful.. I'm not rejecting you.. It's nothing you've done, Lou.. I'm flawed.. I don't deserve you.
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FRIEND!
Hellooooooo : DDDDD
Just wanted to remind you that you're super cool and you make such awesome things, I love your art and your writing and your Au's so much : DDD
I LOVE YOU <3 /P
Sending you all the virtual hugs you want!!!
And please remember to take care of yourself!!! Ok bai :3
,Jester
YOU SWEET POTATO
Y-you like my stuff? EEEEEE
This- this literally made my morning what the flip- you CAN'T DO THIS AAAH YOU'RE TOO SWEET
I LOVE YOU TOO YOU SILLY JESTER /P
I'll try to take care of myself to the best of my ability! jxnxnxncn
HAVE A FANTABULOUS DAY/NIGHT <3
#answered asks#thecourtjester12#mooties ask#frens ask#I'M TEARING UP HELP#today is a more stressful day for me so- thank you so much jester#like actually thank you#I DON'T DESERVE YOU#<3
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Catra deserves love.
A carboard box lay on the cold, white aluminum floor. A shower curtain, grazed by a pristine hand, began to slide open. Towels, clothes, the sound of combs fiddling around—and an occasional humming—furnished the air.
After some time looking, Adora found her favorite comb. She started molding a hair poof but, just before she finished, she remembered all those times Catra laughed at the little poof. Adora chuckled lightly and decided to do it just a tad diffe—
Playful scoffing came from somewhere in the room. Adora got ready to give a good old ass-kicking to whoever dared mock Adora’s Mighty Hair Poof.
“Who’s there?” Blinded by indignation, Adora exclaimed.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Something moved in the cardboard box, which Adora had thought was empty. “I mean, everyone must think the same about your pathetic little hair poof—”
“For the honor of Grayskull!” Adora was now holding her second-favorite comb as a sword.
“—but come on, only I could tell when you’re poofing it up a galaxy away.”
Adora’s eyebrows were ready for battle. She sneakily strolled towards the box.
Catra was in fetal position, looking down, when she saw the golden comb point toward her menacingly.
Adora sighed in relief. “Oh, it’s just you.”
Catra smirked, without looking up.
The golden comb got closer to her. After a few seconds, Adora retracted it and stretched out her hand so as to help Catra up.
Catra saw Adora’s hand. She closed her eyes and lay her head back on the carboard wall instead.
“Hmm. Laugh all you want,” Adora said happily, not a care in the world. “I was just about to change it up a bit this time around.”
Catra stretched and let out a big yawn. “Oh yeah? How, exactly?”
“Like this.” Adora twisted and bent all the way down to give Catra a kiss.
“ADORA! Have you seen Catra?” Entrapta shouted at Adora’s ear as she sat in Darla’s hall. “I have just made an exciting discovery! These little furry animals—gaaah!” She showed two of them on her pad. “They have tiny pointy ears and love to sit in boxes and are just so adorable!!”
Adora wasn’t surprised. “Yeah, she’s in the white bathroom, but she’s been there a while.”
“Ideal conditions for consultation!” Then Entrapta saw Adora’s face. “I mean… under different circumstances! I will, uh… study these devious demons independently!”
Adora heard the door shut. Now that she was alone, she grabbed a glass, poured water, and took a sip. She saw Shadow Weaver’s face without the mask. Her lower back was sore, her feet felt like she had just walked from Salineas to Dryl alone, her head was boiling. She saw Catra smiling and immediately lunging for She-Ra’s head. Adora winced as the irritating pain of poison in her calf revived. She held the screams back as long as she could. Catra. I don’t care that you tried to kill me. She forgot about trying to hold back the screams. Why won’t you let me in? She didn’t care about holding back the screams. I still love you!
The white-bathroom door opened quietly. Adora took a deep breath, closing her eyes momentarily, and put one foot inside the bathroom.
“Hey, Catra.”
Catra was in fetal position again, but her head was on the other side of the box. Adora could only see her ears from the back.
“I brought you your favorite—well, honestly I don’t know—”
“I don’t deserve you, Adora.”
“Wh—Catra, what are you… Ah, ha-ha-ha… You sit here for hours, and that’s the best you could come up with? You know, I could get Glimmer in here and say something ridiculously mean and—and untrue!—to you, impromptu.”
“Adora—”
“Glimmer!”
“Stop, Adora.”
“Just a sec. She’ll be here any time now.”
“Stop.”
Catra sluggishly got up and walked towards the door, without looking up.
“I don’t deserve you. Stop trying to deny it.”
Adora was at a loss for words. Tears started forming up, as Catra distanced away from her. Her eyes followed the feline silhouette. But helplessly, she stood in place. Her body did not respond to any of her mind’s commands. The one she thought she could share a lifetime with vanished.
A pink cloud materialized in front of paralyzed, teary Adora. Bow and Glimmer.
“What happened?” Glimmer asked worriedly.
She just hugged Adora.
It took a moment for Adora to hug Glimmer back. Glimmer sat her down, and Bow joined in the hug.
Adora started sobbing again. When her mouth eventually responded, all she could do was frown. She looked Glimmer in the eye and said, “Catra—she says she doesn’t deserve me.”
The air in Adora’s voice was not surprise or sorrow. It was confusion. Trained to be the best, her tears have never been for her, and this was not a first.
“You’re worth more than what you can give other people. You deserve love, too.” The words of Mara echoed in her head. She had spent all her life with Catra; she hoped Catra could snap out of whatever she went through in the Horde, just like Adora did. I want to understand you. So I can help you. Please.
Bow knocked on the red-bathroom door. It was locked.
“Hey, Catra, I just… need my toothbrush.”
To his surprise, the door unlocked.
“Thanks.” There was only a tiny orange light on. He went in carefully and grabbed a toothbrush. He saw Catra curled up on the toilet.
Bow was almost out, then stopped. He turned his head slightly. “You’re wrong, by the way. About what you said to Adora.”
“Get,” Catra began saying, voice cracking, almost out of energy. “Get out…”
“You do deserve her. And you know I’m right.”
Catra retracted her claws on one hand, tail frizzling. She blurted out an incomprehensible word.
“We all know you tried to kill us several times,” Bow continued, not one bit afraid of Catra’s defensive state. “Sure, you were always one step ahead of us. It was kind of annoying… but then”—he turned to face her—“you did send Glimmer back to us from Prime’s ship. Boy, I had no idea what to do—I was so scared… I really thought we were gonna lose her. Prime’s army was really fucking huge. I had never dreamed of something so evil…
“Catra, when I saw you getting Glimmer out of her cell, taking down Horde minions like they were… well, clones…” He put down the toothbrush. Catra was no longer breathing heavily. “You weren’t breaking a prisoner out because of some score you needed to settle. You saved a person’s life.
“When Glimmer and I met Adora, the first thing we wanted to do was get rid of her. An evil Horde soldier. She was the enemy—no way she could ever do something good for us. She’s been corrupted, hardwired to destroy. But then we saw her turn into She-Ra and, well, save us from a monster. If we hadn’t found who Adora really was, we would have missed on so many memories, laughs together—and shit, I don’t think the universe would exist right now, either… I was wrong about Adora. I thought she didn’t deserve anything good. And yet, I would probably stop breathing in the next five seconds if I told you Adora still doesn’t deserve anything good.”
Catra curled up again and tilted her head down. Bow heard an extremely quiet sob.
“Catra.” Bow moved and crouched by her side. Since he left the door open to let in light from the hallway, he saw what very well may have been tears running down her cheek. Catra didn’t protest. “You could’ve locked yourself in here the whole day and then, I don’t know, jettisoned to space—but you didn’t. You let me in. I—well, to be honest, I have no idea why, but! Now that you did, I just want to let you know we’re here. I’m here.
“The Horde, it tries to destroy everything it touches. I saw dozens of soldiers just run from the battlefield when they could’ve stayed and fight. My guess is they didn’t have something real to fight for. Adora says Shadow Weaver was always watching, when you least expect it. You know this much better than I and—damn, I’m sorry. But just one more thing… the Horde? Why do you think Prime made clones of himself? Individual identity is a threat to the Horde. Anyone wanting anything means there’s no hive mind anymore. Anyone… believing they deserve something…” Bow placed his hand on Catra’s shoulder.
Bow made that pause on purpose, because Catra was no longer holding back her tears.
I… I was not allowed to deserve?
Catra already knew this too fucking well.
She tilted a bit closer to Bow, who embraced her.
She couldn’t stop crying. She thought about all those times she wanted to get out of the Fright Zone, eat anything from outside, be with Adora, be herself. How could you do this to me?!?! Every time I won the world for you, every time I sacrificed everything for you!!
“I… I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you,” Bow exhaled. He was choosing his words carefully now.
No shit.
“But we can try to take a step in some direction. What direction do you want that to be?”
I don’t know!
Bow stood up. “Well… I think you already took a step. You made a magical connection with an amazing creature that turns invisible. You defeated an intergalactic tyrant. You saved the universe. That’s gotta count for something, right?”
But I hurt so many people. I hurt Adora…
“You’re not in the Horde anymore, and that was your choice. You became part of the Rebellion. And guess what. We were enemies with the Horde for a reason. We run shit differently around here. We trust each other—trust us with our choices, even if we make mistakes. We love each other—because love is worth fighting for. Have compassion for each other—for we understand that we haven’t always had the best life, but we’re still worthy of love—and hope for a better future.”
He took a step backwards to the door. Catra finally tried to look up to him, in profuse tears.
“I hope, Catra… that you will really believe it now. You deserve love. And I’m not talking to the damn flowerpot behind you.” He crouched down again and took Catra’s hands. “You, Catra, deserve love. You deserve Adora.”
After Bow left and closed the door, Catra shed a last tear. And she let slip… a hopeful smile.
I… oh my goodness…
I am ready to get down from the stupid bowl.
I am ready to come out of the bathroom.
Catra had never seen so many colored lights. Green, purple, red, pink. Some of them were moving very quickly. She suddenly felt the urge to chase them.
Leaping and zooming, she followed the lights, only to find—
“HIII!!!”
“Ohh, uh… hi, Entrapta.” Catra scratched her head. “What are these, uh, contraptions?”
“THESE? THEY ARE CALLED LASER POINTERS!!”
“And, uh, what are they for?”
“THEY POINT LASERS, SILLY!!”
“Uh-huh, good talk, see ya…”
They walked past each other. Entrapta was already on her way to… somewhere.
Catra kept walking to the hall. She still saw colored lights—light green, purple, pink, bright orange—although she wasn’t sure if they were real. Maybe that run-in with Entrapta had already traumatized her.
She got to the hall, opened the door, sat down.
“Adora,” she whispered to herself, “I love you. And I kinda feel you were right—about everything, I mean—”
“Who are you talking to?” Glimmer asked, confused.
“Glimmer! This is none of—I mean—gaah!” Catra leaped at her, claws ready.
Glimmer teleported away, of course. But when she came back, she brought Bow, Entrapta… and Adora.
“Hey, Catra,” Adora spoke, with the usual tone.
Catra was taken aback for a second.
“Oh. I see,” said Catra.
“Look what I brought!!” Entrapta dragged two artifacts from the hallway.
Catra raised an eyebrow.
“A huge, but not gigantic, cardboard box! And a yarn ball!!!!!”
Adora walked over to Catra and whispered, “She’s been doing research on some tiny animals called… cats, Catra.”
Entrapta slid to Catra and Adora’s position. “AND THEY’RE FABULOUS!!!!”
Catra laughed. And she laughed again. And grinned, just for a moment.
“I’LL LEAVE THE BOX AND BALL FOR YOU HERE. BYEEE.”
Catra laughed again. “Okay, you’re kidding, right?”
“I don’t think she’s kidding, Catra,” Adora grinned. She turned her bracelet into another yarn ball.
“Oookay, okaaay, leave the box. But come on, I’m not a child—I’m not a cat! Take the balls away, please.”
“But you kind of are a cat,” Adora chuckled.
“Oh my—I am not… why do I even try…”
Entrapta, Bow, Glimmer, and the yarn ball left. Adora turned her ball back into a bracelet.
“So,” Adora said casually.
“So what?” Catra happened to look directly at the hair poof, which caused her to start laughing uncontrollably.
“So are you gonna stop laughing at my hair poof?”
“Maybe… in a few thousand years.” She starts leaping around Adora.
“Oh, the audacity to tolerate it just enough to make fun of it!”
“Come on, now I also have to put up with your dancing?”
“Well… m-yes.” Adora smiled while raising an eyebrow.
They laughed, laughed, and laughed… Adora jumped in the box but broke it, whereupon Catra lunged at her.
Catradora were now lying on the floor, looking up. Entrapta really had thought of everything. She even put a big screen on the ceiling to show stars. Catra and Adora were still laughing here and there.
“Hey… Adora?” Catra ventured to ask.
“Hey, Catra?”
“Do you… do you trust me?”
“Yes. I do.” Adora knew to be serious now.
“So you’re not gonna think I’m lying when I say this?”
Adora sat upright. “No. I promise.”
“Adora, I…” She also sat upright. “Well, Bow was talking to me, and… I am so broken.” A tear started forming up. “But that’s nothing new. What’s new is—”
Adora wrapped her arms around Catra.
“—I… I think I was wrong before.”
Adora, too, started to cry.
“I am…” Catra tried her best to sound true and confident. “I am worthy of love.”
Adora pulled back and looked at Catra’s eyes. She was more covered in tears than Catra was. But she held tight to her shoulders. “Of course, of course you are, Ca-tra!” Her voice broke. “I am so proud of you, my dear.” Her bracelet turned into a box of tissues.
“And… I think… that I do deserve you. Adora.” She tried for a smile.
Adora impulsively threw herself at Catra, tapping into She-Ra’s strength—nearly pounding Catra on the floor, but she was able to catch herself before that. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry about it, dummy!” She laughed. “Now get off me and give me one of those!”
Adora started to stand up to try to get out of the broken box.
Catra stopped her. “No. Stay.”
“Hey, Adora.”
“Hey, Catra.”
“Just to check… do you love me?”
“No.”
“I knew it. Well, I love you anyway.”
“Juuust kidding. I love you too, my little kitty that doesn’t like yarn balls but loooves boxes.”
“Stooop it, Adooora.”
“No :)”
“Okay.”
“I love you.
“And I love you too.”
I am worthy of love.
I deserve Adora.
#spop#she ra#catra#catradora#fanfic#i don't deserve you#I do deserve you#love#i finished writing this at 5 am and it's basically the first thing i ever write#but it was totally necessary to write this#catra if you're listening i love you and you deserve love
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HI POPPY
okay so your blog is literally everything i love. this blog? it is me. genuinely you have everything. and you’re so amazing, and i just know that you’re so kind, i don’t have to know you irl to be able to tell. you’re one of the best people on this app, ilysm 🫶🫶
WHAAAAA-
dear anon, whoever you are, just know you made my day and i love you and this is so nice and i am crying. 🥹
#i believe you are one of my moots so yeah when i tell you i love you i mean it!#what is going on guys you are literally the sweetest#i don't deserve you#🥺#anon#yes i got your letter yes i'm doing better*
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In honour of that one scene that got all hot and heavy and got me blushing;
HOT DAMN........ 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀💦💦💦
Now THERE'S A GOOD LOOK. The color and shading is gorgeous too, you went all out for this one!! The lace is really, really pretty. I feel so spoiled lol, thank you for all the fan art. Smooches trailing downward... now I'm blushing, truly the tables have turned. Over here fanning myself--
Oh my goddd russeliarat you're going to enjoy this next chapter if you liked that one. No joke I'm going to have to change the rating when I post it which will hopefully be soon 😂👌 Sorry for being such a tease about it, but look forward to it I suppose. I remember months and months ago I got an ask about Link's dick???? I can't find it now but I remember that people weighed in about what they would consider his ideal
Penis Situation.
and GUESS WHAT. that information is finally relevant... !
#russeliarat#you really are the best#botw link#slaying fr#fan art#curiosities#i don't deserve you#slight nsfw...#no for real where did that penis post go???
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I would like to thank you for always being supportive of me and my fics. I'm sending you so much love and loads of hugs! :) And a huge sprinkle of motivation for your writing. <3 <3
AWWW DKSKKS FIZZYYY 🥺❤🫂 I don't deserve you and your sweetness in my inbox. You're such a beautiful and talented individual who continues to inspire me!! I'm throwing shovels of love back at you!! Please be kind to yourself and drink your water!! 🥺❤❤🫂
(PS - I really needed that sprinkle of motivation!! Thank you so much for being your beautiful self, Fizzy 🫂❤❤❤)
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🍜🍡🍚
🍜 Do you ever feel pressured to write?
this made me think so hard lmao. i don't think i've ever felt pressured to write specifically, like in the context of feeling like i absolutely need to finish this next chapter on time or whatever? i'm really aware these days of when i need to rest, push myself to not be lazy and write to see results later, and find time to let a full idea tank rip out 3k, and i don't really care about people on ao3 not being able to wait until i'm done lol
the only pressure i feel re: writing is the need to schedule time for it when i have such limited hours to offer it. i've been battling recently with the idea of needing to. rank my priorities and give time to hobbies that are important to me and neglect the ones that aren't. currently i'm trying to commit to 400 words a day on 4tw, but i need to start writing as soon as i get home, because my brain starts to melt after a couple of hours and i can't write then, and that's. sticking to that is hard sometimes. knowing that i'll only write 50 words and fall asleep if i relax and watch tiktoks instead of going straight from work to imaginary work. this was a tanget off topic. anyway.
🍡 Which of your fics was the most emotionally difficult to write?
without a doubt, part 3 and 4 of The Slaughter Of The Lambs, the assassin's creed fic. i set the plot of this fic out following canon, which means the end is. not particularly happy. i also set this fic out to explore how circumstances and people change over the course of a lifetime, and idk i once described it as 'living the life you've been given' which i think is what i'm trying to say.
the point is, i wrote these two parts of this story that are like shining, golden years, innocence of childhood, the bright future ahead. part two is just a whole ass coming of age romance. and then there was a day when i reread everything i've written so far and the things i've put down for part 3 and 4 were just so grim and gutwrenching. like the first parts were painted in bright colours and the last two were just tones of grey. and i sat there and i thought about these characters and i just don't know anymore if i can really do it or if changing the ending to be happy would be a betrayal to the hard truth of the story. and that's part of why i haven't turned back to that fic yet, because i'm still stewing on whether i change it or leave it or write two fucking endings so that not everyone has to cry.
🍚 What genre do you have the toughest time writing?
Fluffy, slice of life, or anything uhhhhhhh what's john green's genre hang on. google doesn't know. yknow, those sorts of stories where the character work is really, really forefront, not playing off an equally complex plot, which is more what i excel at.
also romance. i've been deliberately trying to play with different romances (pretty, my hand in yours, tgbyb) trying to make it something i'm more flexible at. i think i'm getting better?
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I feel miserably slow... after 10 focused pomodoro of painting, I restarted from scratch because I wasn't satisfied how I handled the colors. Trying out a new technique now.
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Ah, mi amor! How are you doing? I hope you're doing well! You deserve to have an amazing day after all. You are just so wonderful, you know? I care so much about you. You are filled with such beauty and love. You are also filled with talent, and are so creative and imaginative! I love talking with you and interacting with you so much. I'm sending you so much love and affection! So many hugs and positive vibes!
NIKKI IDVSYSIV(DVTSVCC- 💖😭💖
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in a dark moment where I was sitting alone on my bedroom floor and felt very bad for myself I decided to post about my feelings here AND YOU ALL WERE SO NICE AND SWEET ABOUT IT, THANK YOU
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