That look at the end there.
Basically saying, “Make it stop cheating!”
Let’s Speak English #24!
I spent a while afterwards researching whether gingerbread men ever had any religious significance. If they did, it was quite a while ago.
And yes, we also have Ginger Men.
It’s purpose is a delicious tale and cautionary cookies. Wait…
Such a loving, mother.
THANK YOU JENNI HERD
So that’s why I never felt like a mythological “Teenager” back during my 13th-19th years of life. Turns out I have always been a human being.
"The streets are empty. Wind skims the voids keeping neighbors apart, as if grazing the hollow of a cut reed, or say, a plundered mailbox."
Hold the phone. Wind grazing the hollow of a cut reed?
A network of mailboxes? As…
A wind instrument? Conveniently the kind that a pianist could ostensibly play no less. (Also Reed Organ)
How did I not make this connection until now!?
DAMNIT! IT’S EVEN HERE. BLATANTLY IMPLIED.
My thanks to Always Homestuck. Hearing the narration in Act 1 Part 3 out loud is what finally sparked that connection in my mind.
I love how John basically said “I can’t deal with Eridan anymore” and switched seats
John: so, vriska…….. wanna make out?
Jade is done with this shit.
DD and Equius in the back
Good lord. Just how much Mountain Dew is in that can!!?
(At my grocery store, there’s this guy who is always friendly. It’s like watching poetry in motion. I once saw him deal with 10 customer questions back to back, with this huge, genuine smile on his face. Every time he sees me, he tells me to have a wonderful day. He greets everyone with something exuberant. He knows where everything is and manages to make you feel good about not knowing yourself.)
Customer: “Do you have anymore Irish cream?”
Employee: “I’m not sure let me check the back.”
(The employee leaves and returns.)
Employee: “I am deeply sorry; we only carry that in the large bottles of [Brand] now.”
Customer: “What?! You don’t have it in [Other Brand]?”
Employee: “No, ma’am. I am very sorry. We do not.”
Customer: “What about [Another Brand]?”
Employee: “I am very sorry, ma’am, but that too is discontinued.”
Customer: “But, but, why?!”
Employee: “I’m not sure. They always sold quite well. The only thing I can imagine is [Brand] did not want competition and requested to not have it.”
Customer: “But [Brand] always tastes off to me. Are you sure you don’t have any in the back?”
Employee: “I am, sadly, acutely positive of that, ma’am. I am very sorry that we have let you down.”
Customer: “But you haven’t let me down. This wasn’t your fault.”
Employee: “But, sadly, the folks who are responsible for this will never apologize to you. So I feel I must. Please have a good day.”
He sounds like the best person in the world at his job.
However, if your drawing is worse than your standard; then you need other’s advice or learn from other’s drawing.
Moreover, you will never reach your own standard until you die. Is it despair? No, it means you will have endless exciting adventures. The real despair is when you’re too perfect that you don’t know what to do. Enjoy your endless trip to be ‘almost’ perfect.
I needed this
"The real despair is when you’re too perfect that you don’t know what to do.”
What a preposterous idea.
If your drive as an artist is only to gain drawing skill then sure I can imagine reaching perfection would be disheartening. But if you’re only reason for drawing is to get better at drawing then you are drawing for the wrong reasons.
Despite what some video games might imply, life isn’t about simply leveling up.
If drawing itself brings you joy, then your level of skill with it shouldn’t ever bring you despair.
This isn’t to say anything against self improvement. If you want to get better then by all means work and work hard at it. Just don’t drive yourself crazy or sad over it.