storieeeeeeeeeeeSo one day there was a boy. He was 14 or 15, and he had a choice one summer: he could stay in town and do what he usually did: go to his friends' pools, ride his bike, skateboard, do fun things, or he could go to visit his aunt, who was very fond of him and he of her. She had some time off work and could see him and his family. The town she lived in was very far, and it would take a few days to get there, and the boy didn't like long trips, so he decided to stay. At the end of the summer, his parents told him that his aunt died in an accident. The boy was sad because he missed the opportunity to talk to his favorite aunt for the last time. &nstorieeeeeeeeeee
wait, WHAT?
this is a FACE| I try to draw stuff. And fail, a lot. But it's ok, I'll try again ::>. I like thinking and reading. And writing down random randomnessnissityness. |
I really appreciate it
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What is drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do. - Vincent van Gogh
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RL Commissions: [link]
My WEBCOMIC: [link]
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Always searching for the one small fire in a freezing world.
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Always searching for the one small fire in a freezing world.
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RL Commissions: [link]
My WEBCOMIC: [link]
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Always searching for the one small fire in a freezing world.
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