Tangled Destiny, or how can I hurt myself drawing macabre women.

I finished Harrow The Ninth a bit ago and let me tell you I’m mourning, I’m mourning like something was ripped off of my very same heart. Despite it’s not the first time I feel like this after reading a pretty intense book, this time I feel like actual pain, a knot in my throat, weight on my chest. It’s going to be a while until the next book that I’ll need to suffer with art and fanfics.

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