#there i did it

writing fiction be like i hate my art i love my art i wish i never made art i am a mother i am a child i am projecting my insecurities onto figments of my imagination i am making a self-portrait i don’t know myself i am psychoanalyzing myself in the shower i might be the next william shakespeare no one will ever understand me i am a magician of words i am a failure i will be famous! and everyone will love me and especially myself i wrote seven pages today i have been staring at the blinking cursor for two hours without typing a word

I drew him being freed from his lamp before, but up till now not when he’s using the magic from it~

a shame he doesn’t like granting wishes. it does make him look sexy.

please tell me you see the cobra hood I thought that was clever of me