welcome to my insanity. My budding world of insanity. My hair flipping, shirt ripping, teddy-bear needing, afraid of the dark, loving a boy who used to love me, insanity... welcome to my attic space. Welcome to my mind.
A whatever the fuck I want blog. Ben Paul lover. Homestuck. Karkat is me.
My face looks like the little chicken nugget that was never really cut right.
I just look like deformed chicken products in general.
Art blog- A-Narwhal-with-Donuts
What if the reason none of the kids’ guardians had faces, except a few key details(bro’s shades, Dad’s pipe) is because the kids eventually forget what their parental figure’s faces looked like? They become blurry faded memories, and they only remember key things, the pipe, fedora, shades, scarf, that they wore? Their minds slowly faded their memory, so looking back they only see the key things on a figure, like a mannequin dressed in a storefront window?