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Mans can't get away with using Sarati script and not get it seen
hell yea, good stuff
hell yea, good stuff
Your gonna make me cry with this one, I can already tell. Gosh dang, that look in the last panel.
D'aww. He did a lil snoot boop. Wish it were that easy IRL. Instant undrunkedness, hangover not a factor x3.
Fek, I need you to understand that you are a brilliant artist who conveys such raw emotion and feeling. Thank you <3
One thing.
It seems like it should be a simple concept. And it is, for the most part.
Life is made in just one thing. One instant. One breath. One place to be at any given time. It's all we have, and all we really are. Everything else is either a memory or a potential that has not yet come to be. Just one thing is real. This, right now, right here.
But one thing, it leads to another. Another now, another here, as long as we are alive. That's just how it is, and how it should be. You can't stop it, can't halt its progress or slow it in its tracks. You can only hold on, and try to shape its form, if only a little, as one thing leads inexorably to another.
One thing. It's all you really have. But sometimes, every once in a while, that one thing is a moment that someone wants to spend with you. A chance to be known, for this one thing that you have to be worth something to someone.
Maybe we already know. Maybe...it's a part of us. Maybe there's a reason we always find ourselves standing aside, helplessly, while one thing leads to another.
It seems like it should be a simple concept. And it is, for the most part.
Life is made in just one thing. One instant. One breath. One place to be at any given time. It's all we have, and all we really are. Everything else is either a memory or a potential that has not yet come to be. Just one thing is real. This, right now, right here.
But one thing, it leads to another. Another now, another here, as long as we are alive. That's just how it is, and how it should be. You can't stop it, can't halt its progress or slow it in its tracks. You can only hold on, and try to shape its form, if only a little, as one thing leads inexorably to another.
One thing. It's all you really have. But sometimes, every once in a while, that one thing is a moment that someone wants to spend with you. A chance to be known, for this one thing that you have to be worth something to someone.
Maybe we already know. Maybe...it's a part of us. Maybe there's a reason we always find ourselves standing aside, helplessly, while one thing leads to another.
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