I found a CD case full of things I burned from like six years ago. (I was fourteen/fifteen last time I used this case).
I’m putting them in to see what I had on them.
I’ve learned two things:
I was a bigger idiot than I thought when I was fourteen; which is saying something.
And, that my taste in music was ridiculously limited.
hey, just a reminder that holding suicide over someone’s head is emotional abuse. if you have someone who tells you that they’ll kill themselves if you leave them, if you stop talking to them, if you do something they do not want you to do, that is abuse- and you have every right to get out of that situation.
My favorite fusion thus far. I may need to try and draw him.