the reason stories and art exist is because, when pushed for answers that dont exist, the human soul is all but forced to just start making stuff up. whatever comes out is shaped by our experiences the same way play dough squeezed out of different objects with holes of varying size and shape would come out differently from each object when it is pushed out. im making all of this up right now but it makes sense dont it? thats art. freshly squeezed right out of my experiences babey
I’ve been on Tumblr for 7 years at this point so it really is a testament to the garbage quality of this site that I have no emotional attachment whatsoever
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.