Welcome to my profile! <3 Call me Sam, Moon, or Mossy I go by She/they pronouns I draw anime/cartoon people .—.—.—.—.—.—.—.—.—. Look at my profile and my studio for more information. .—.—.—.—.—.—.—.—.—. Credits - Art program - IbisPaint X (Scratch really ruined the quality tho—) Art - @Moonleaf2020 Song - Helium - Glass Animals Sweater weather / Heatwaves mashup .—.—.—.—.—.—.—.—.—. You matter <3 Hey hey! There's always a light at the end of the tunnel, it might look gray but it's there! Keep holding on there, you're doing a great job just by waking up in the morning :] Today might be a hard day I know, but there's always something good and happy in a bad day! There's no one as unique as you, you're the only you that there is! Your whole system is a part of you! You've done so many accomplishments throughout your life, some are small enough to not even notice! I hope you've smiled today! In negativity there's always positivity! And in positivity there's always negativity! The two of them balances your day, sometimes there's more happiness and less negative emotions in your day, and vice versa! You can't avoid the bad things, but it happens! You're not alone, we're always here for you! -Someone from a no longer existent disc server I was in ~~ “I burn you?” “You melt me.” -Heatwaves chapter 6-7 ~~ “Tommy knew a thing or two about secrets. He was five years old when he first heard the word, whispered from father to son. “Let’s keep this a secret, alright, Wil?” Dad had said in the gentle hush of midnight, unaware that Tommy was right outside the library door, hanging on to every word. Even then, Tommy must have known Wilbur was special, if Dad was speaking to him like that: not like he was an annoying child, but like they were equals, bearing the same burdens and battle scars. “But what if they never go away?” Wilbur had whispered back. Tommy had never heard his older brother so frightened. Tommy walked away before he could hear the rest of the conversation he was obviously not privy to. Looking back, perhaps some part of him wanted to preserve his gilded image of his older brother—like a dead fossil crystallized in amber. Because older brothers were never scared. Older brothers never bled. Older brothers never cowered. Older brothers were immortal. He would hold on to that belief until it was too late. He was six years old when he got a secret to keep of his own, and truly understood its burden.” -Passerine, chapter 3 ~~ DO NOT REPOST, STEAL, COLOR OVER, SELL, RECOLOR, TRACE, ETC. <3
