just fucking draw. don’t compare yourself to other people, don’t stop because you drew a lot last tuesday and you haven’t visibly improved. it takes time, effort, and a lot of perseverance. besides, no matter how “bad” you think you are, there’s still gonna be someone who thinks the stuff you produce is the best goddamn thing they’ve ever seen in their entire life. the artist you were five years ago would have their mind fucking blown by the artist you are today. so just draw a fuckton, because every new thing you draw is one drawing better than you were before.
"MAN THIS STORY I’M WRITING IS GONNA BE SO GOOD I’M SO PUMPED"
"I CAN’T WAIT TO DEVELOP THE SHIT OUT OF THESE CHARACTERS"
"HOT DAMN THAT ONE SCENE NEAR THE MIDDLE IS GONNA BE BITCHIN’"
"THIS PLOT TWIST IS THE SINGLE BEST IDEA I’VE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE"
~one hour later~
Before I became sick, I spent my everyday life aimlessly. I didn’t have an identity. This disease took so many things away from me. I was scared when I looked at the things that were taken away.
But, this disease didn’t only give me suffering and despair. I’ve learned about the warmth of people. I can be open with my family and tell them what I want now. I can believe in love. I like myself a little more now. It made me realize the happiness that I have.
you know what constantly blew my mind as a child
in movies when a character is looking straight into their reflection in a mirror
how does the camera not show up in the mirror
actually never mind about the whole “as a child” business i still haven’t figured this shit out