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as someone who regularly works 60 plus hours a week. I this is sadly hilarious

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I hope your happy

This is dedicated to all the artists , all the youtubers, tiktokers, all the fanfic writers, all the comic artists who haven’t uploaded in a long time.

I hope you are happy and safe, wherever you are and whatever you are doing.

I hope whatever you are doing brings you as much joy and contentment as you had                       creating your art.

And if it’s not, I hope you find that passion once again.

I hope you can look back and see your time as a content creator as a good one.

I know life can be stressful and overwhelming, but I hope you’ve found a way to deal                    with life troubles.

This may be a bit selfish, but I hope you leave your art the way it is.

I know you have every right to delete it or alter it however you see fit, but I just hope you can find it in your self to leave it as is so people can experience your art for the first time or for the hundredth time.

And finally thank you for sharing your vision with the world.

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Random phot from iPad

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help

I haven’t slept in days…….>……….>……….>………. I think I saw god last night>

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"I’m home,” I murmur, my voice trailing off into uncertainty. “I think I... I don’t know, I just... Adam, I should know this, right?”

Adam's hand rests gently on my shoulder, a futile attempt to steady my shaking form. “Calm down, Sarah. You’re just stressed. Get some rest, and everything will be fine.”

“No, Adam, no.” The words tumble out, each one sharper than the last. My eyes, wide and unseeing, fixate on a crack in the wall, a lifeline in the swirling chaos of my thoughts.

“Sarah, please,” his voice is a soothing balm, but it burns. “You’re not well. You just need to relax.”

I recoil as if struck, the room spinning around me. “No, no, no. Adam, no. You said that in Babcock, remember? You told me to relax, and everything would be okay.” My voice breaks, a fragile whisper in the encroaching silence. “I listened to you, I trusted you, and I let you handle everything, and now... now, she’s gone, Adam. They’re all gone.”

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I'm finally home tumblr

after years of just lurking, and years of ignoring pretending I was something I wasn't. I finally decided to come back home. Please accept this prodigal child.