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But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn’t know how to be alive
I should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die
(Honey, what’d you take, what’d you take?
Honey, look at me, tell me what you took, what’d you take?)
i drew this a couple days ago after coloring commissions, when i was feeling a lil down. the story of luna and the tantabus rly resonates with me.
