charlie volchok 🌸FE2026 DD

A Shadow The Hedgehog promotional image with the caption 'SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY. I SIMPLY DIDN'T REALISE THAT IT WASN'T ALL YEAR.'

(this might or might not be the reason why it's hard for me to keep up with social media)

i'm kinda scared that bluesky will inevitably become the same (but MUCH faster) because of how the form will shape what's inside, you know. it's pretty hard to share your spark in 300 symbols and seems like we are here not to do the hard thing

but it's kinda not that simple because sometimes when we all just vomit bubbles we end up with places like twitter. but again, maybe it was necessary for twitter to become what it is now in order for us to understand ourselves better?

honestly it seems like the only way out is to keep vomiting your bubbles on people and stop trying to just be a good person. if they don't care about your soda, don't share your juice with them or something

‘8am haven't slept yet’ thoughts

this actually means so much to me… sending lots of hugs 🫂💖

idk, i love all parts of people. we are such a fucked up creatures, but we also shine so bright because of it... i really don't know sometimes what to do with my feeling. considering how weak and scared i still am (but i'm stronger than before)

i need some strong strong hands to hug the whole world

people stayed by my side when i was at my worst and this is the only reason why i got better. my friends were brave enough to not abandon me. and now it's my job to accept my pain. because life is fucking painful alright? but it's just part of it and it's beautiful. ugh.

and sometimes to this day i feel like i need to hide my pain. i need to smile and i need to be small and soft. i can't be upset, i can't be stupid, i can't be problematic whatever this word means. i need to behave and only then i can expect something good for myself.

and i fucking couldn't run from myself and from my pain. i was still me. when i had mental breakdowns i was still me. when i have depressive episodes and can't get out of bed i'm still me. because there are so many reasons for me to feel bad.

as a person with diagnosed mental health condition and a history or substance abuse, i don't feel like i had a single day of not being myself in my life. i tried to not be myself, oh i tried so hard. i've been drinking and thinking "oh, one more bottle and i'll be so drunk i'll just let go".

and for me it truly sounds like a condition to love. you can't be loved if you are weak. you can't be loved if you are upset. you can't be loved if you struggle. you just need to be the "real you" in order to see any light.

what bothers me in addiction and mental health conversations it this idea of a "real you". the kind an loving one, the one who tries to get better or whatever the hell. but the ugly thing? oh it's just a substance or a mental issue. it's not the "real you".

i'm 30/40 pages in of a black n white comic and only now starting to understand how monochrome tools work... learning experience 😇

mwah .. ?

also i want to know more artists irl
i want to eat their brains

kinda bonkers that i'm realizing what art means to me only after turning 30
i'm still not totally sure, but damn

just need to be kind to myself about it

Me n' my puter against the world

#digitalartist #artistsofbluesky

Wanted to draw an alien Miku!!

mirrors

i’m so so glad you like it!!! 🥺💖💖💖

hi guys I know I haven't been very active lately, and I don't talk about where I'm from often, but the government made some really scary announcements today so I thought I'd share to let everyone know what's happening. here are some posts from twt for context

happy birthday to the best cat @jefferydraws.bsky.social 🎉💖

Two feral canine OCs inspecing a mysterious footprint in the ground, wondering if it's an alien footprint.

Alien footprint? Definitely!

[ #ohpart #art #furry #furryart #ocsky ]

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sorry, having an existential crisis, brb

or even
i don't know if my art belongs anywhere
i'm not even sure if what i'm doing is art
but it's such a big part of me that if doesn't belong anywhere and can't support me in it's authentic form, i might as well don't exist at all

i don't know if i’m real :(