My brain is an ever-roiling ocean of anger and fantasy. Its nooks and crannies are full of daydreams, nightmares and memories of conversations that happened 20 years ago. Is it any wonder I have a hard time remembering to feel emotions properly?
My brain is an ever-roiling ocean of anger and fantasy. Its nooks and crannies are full of daydreams, nightmares and memories of conversations that happened 20 years ago. Is it any wonder I have a hard time remembering to feel emotions properly?
A short 2-minute video of me drawing a pheasant hen and her chicks. Thanks for watching! And look out for part 2, coming soon!!
I am so so so excited, y’all! For the last few weeks, I’ve been working on writing a fanfic, one of the longest ones I’ve ever embarked on. It’s based in a well-lored universe, and there is no limit to the information I am able to google! ‘But why is this worth all of my …
There’s always been a little part of me that, when finding something really really really good, I latch onto it with my sharp, angry teeth and don’t let go. It’s always been a part of who I am, from horses and ponies when I was little to The Phantom of the Opera and Quigley Down …
