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Celebration. On my special day. Congratulations on my happy day, you say. Oh, to see this day in your way. For many of us. For me as well. Celebrations and congratulations are not always as happy as one would hope. But in a way, celebrations are always happy. In principle. From their very essence. For that's when we get together to have a good time. Possibly to celebrate someone special, for getting older or from their success or happiness. So much happiness and good will, crystallized in a perfect happy moment. What could make that moment flawed? Nothing. That's the thing. For in that perfect happy moment, we are the only ones who are flawed. We've always been flawed that way. That we can't be happy for ourselves. That we never felt worthy of any kind of attention and love. So how to be happy in a moment that should be the happiest for us? We may not be able to do that. But others must not see this dark side of us. Not those who have come to us just for the sake of us. Not them, who are so happy to celebrate us. How could we explain to them? That we can never, even on our special day, be as happy as we want to be. As happy as we should be. We can't explain this. Not without sounding ungrateful. That's why we hide this dark side of ours with golden smiles and white lies. Congratulate me. Celebrate me. Wish me a happy birthday. I smile and celebrate with you. Reassuring that I am happy and as proud of myself as you are of me. We can play our part well. We've learned to know what is expected of us. But that doesn't mean that celebrations and beautiful words would do any harm to us. That celebrations and beautiful words wouldn't touch our hearts. Even if we don't know how to celebrate ourselves. Or how to be happy when we should be. Nevertheless, we might be surrounded by those who want to congratulate, celebrate and wish us a happy birthday. Those who want to love us. When we can't do it ourselves. This way, we might be fortunate. Are the moments of celebration difficult for you? #art #comicart #darkart #relatable #mentalhealth #wolfart

@Kalpeakoira One thing that never ceases to amaze me about your art is the CONSISTENCY of the character faces in every single illustration! It can be seen that you've drawn them thousands of times. Great work again 👑❤️ + it’s good that you remembered to rest too ❤️

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@Polarfang 🥺❤️

@susitseart 💔🥺

Help. Something we desperately need. But something that is so hard to ask for. That can lead us crying. Sometimes it's comforting to wish the world was simple. And in its simplicity, the perfect place to live. But the world is not like that. That's why this is a sad story to tell. From our first breath, each one of us wants to be strong. As strong as happy the others around us. Strong enough to make through this life. Strong enough to find happiness, reason and purpose here. As long as we stay strong, everything will be fine. We believe in this with all our hearts. But grief can infect the hearts of any of us. It can start to carve us hollow from the inside. Taking away our strength. Making us lose our last hope of happiness, reason and purpose. Still, the imperfect world keeps demanding perfection from us. And we, who have lost our strength, may no longer know what we should do. We may be clueless. But still we want to be decent and keep fighting. We pretend. To ourselves and to others. That everything is still fine. That's what the strong ones do, right? But the grief has become one with us. And that's why we don't always manage to hide how the small and wounded creature inside us cries. Grief changes us. It can make us retreat into our solitude even more. It can make us punish ourselves. It can make us who are docile to attack. It can suddenly turn us frighteningly blissful. It's our cry for help. An echo of which can be heard through our pretense. For us, it's either intentional or unintentional. Others of us let the echo of the cry to be heard. Secretly hoping that someone would notice our grief and help us. Others of us try to mute the cry, without noticing the echo. Secretly hoping to just get out of here. Secretly. Because in this complex and imperfect world, it's hard to ask for help directly when we need it. So hard. To ask for help or to notice when someone needs help. But we still have to try. You know why? For we are the ones who make this imperfect world a better place to live. - - - - - - - - - - The world will be better when we choose to stay here. When we do our best to help each other. That's why I'm asking. If you need help, ask for it. From anyone. Because there are those of us in who are willing to catch you and able to help. If you notice that someone might need help, offer it. It doesn't matter if you feel you don’t know how. It is enough that you are there for the other and you show that you care. Help yourself. Help others. This way the world can be made a little more perfect again. #art #artwork #darkart #wolfart #mentalhealthawareness #emotional #deep #depression

@Kalpeakoira Oh, poor baby. This is hurting my heart 💔

✦ They said you were a bright child ✦

Complicated. What a great word to describe it. How different it’s to be kind to others. How difficult it’s to be kind to myself. In our lives, we can be very proud of our kindness. About how undeniably good and polite we can be. About how we can give something of ourselves to others. Be it our time or energy. About how we can say to others the words that the other wants or needs to hear. Be it our kind words or forgiveness. All this and more. Without sparing ourselves. This makes us good, we think. Worth of something. For once, being like this made us the best, most obedient and kindest children in the world. This is what we still want to believe. That being this way, we are truly kind. Therefore, when asked if we should be kind to others, we know how to answer. Without hesitation, being more sure than from anything else, that of course we should. We must. For how self-centered would we be otherwise? But if we were asked if we should be kind to ourselves. What would we answer? We would like to say that of course we should, because we know. We know that we are no different from those to whom we give our all. We know that we too deserve everything good. We know we truly are worth it all. We know the answer. But we can't say it. We can't. For how self-centered would we be otherwise? This thought is eating us. For deep in our hearts, beyond the reach of our reason, we feel differently. We feel that love and appreciation are not for us. Not in the same way as to others. And we can't always even explain why. That's why one word is enough to answer. Complicated. For words like difficult and different alone are not enough to describe it. How complicated it's to try to tell how we know by reason that we should love ourselves. How complicated it's to try to tell how we can't because we hate ourselves so much for no reason. So very complicated. In giving this answer, we hope it's enough to spare us. Still hoping that the other understands what we mean by it. Do you also find loving yourself complicated? #comic #artwork #mentalhealthawareness #deepthoughts #wolfart #relatable #wolf

@TollTheRavens No problem, I do this for us 🐺🖤 I’m happy to have you here!

@susitseart Thank you once again for your meaningful and relatable words and art 💜

Eruption. Shattering my world. My shell. My control. My hiding place from everything. Worlds. There are as many as there are living beings like us. The world of each of us is our own, and built from many things. From our starting points. Our decision. Our hopes and dreams. Of what we sense and feel. For some, the world can become an abundant place where we want to live life to the fullest. As genuine and free as we can ever be. But for some of us, all that matters is a sense of control. Our desperate need to control ourselves, our future, everything. It may be the only thing that holds us together. The only thing keeping us safe. Without our control, our most inner core is too close to life. The life where individuals are unrestrained, defensive, vulnerable and above all fallible. That's what it is to be a living being. And that's the scariest thing in the world. Joy might make us forget how much more important it is to be useful, modest and appropriate. Anger might bring us down to the level of inferiors who cause conflict by being sensitive and ignorant of how to be conciliatory and forgiving. Our grief might give our enemies more weapons. It could cause sorrow and trouble to those we love. It's less messy to turn our feelings inward. There, our joy causes us no shame. There, our anger destroys nothing but us. There, our grief does not burden anyone else. We harden ourselves far from a living being. And in the end, our feelings don't reach us either. Not from as deep as we've buried them. That's why it's possible to hide and forget our feelings. Over and over again. It's easy. Comforting. For months. For years. For decades. Until eruption shatters us. Before we know, we're screaming and crying it all out. Everything we've buried inside for so long. Until all that's left is our bare selves. Our control is gone. And oh, how we hate ourselves for it. For we have to feel again. For it hurts so much. It hurts. To be alive as the living and sentient beings we truly are. What does control mean to you? #art #comic #wolfart #darkart #mentalhealth #relatable #emotional

@brokewierdo Oh 🥹 thank you so much ❤️ you made my heart so warm and happy. I really appreciate you all love my art 🙏💜

Sweet. Is your tongue. Are your words. Until I find myself in a trap. Until you have bent me to your will. But how could a sweet mouth even become dangerous to us? For sweet is wonderful. It brings us joy, fulfillment and purpose amidst the rest of the bitterness in this world. That's the reason. That each of us wants to be loved. Valued. At any cost, one way or another. Otherwise, this endless world would feel so lonely to us. Therefore, for those of us who would do anything to be loved, the world can be a dangerous place. Especially for those of us who are so sore and lonely from our hearts. For many kinds of beasts prey here. Beasts who scent our weak hearts from afar. And quietly, as if without us noticing, the beast has arrived at us. But the other doesn't seem like a beast to us. Not at all. For the other is there. For us and only for us. Whispering beautiful words. Swearing to be kinder to us than anyone else. Promising to love us more than anything else. Come, it says. Come and your heart will never be sore or lonely again. So sweet. So wonderful. Who could resist such a call? But when we are captured by the call of sweetness, things change. For that's when the beast begins to feed itself. To nourish itself by ruling our hearts. The beast makes the decisions for us because we cannot do it ourselves. The beast keeps pointing out our flaws to help us see how foolish we really are. The beast makes us question our memories because the beast remembers better than us. The beast insults us, saying it was a joke. The beast hurts us, because we were asking for it. The beast eats everything from us. In the name of love. This and more, we mistake to believe. Because when we suspect a trap. When some part of us dares to think about leaving. That's when the beast will hook us to the sweet again. Stay, it says. Stay, and I promise to change. Stay, and everything will be fine again. Stay, and I will love you. And we stay. For the temptation of sweetness is so very great. Has a sweet mouth ever got you into a trap? #art #wolfart #horroart #darkart #mentalhealthawareness #toxicrelationships #illustration

@Kalpeakoira Quality couple time 👌🔥❤️

@susitseart Just cute couples' things to do on a Friday night ✨❤️‍🔥🫦🪦

A handful of Vaschete doodles out of context.

@Kalpeakoira Oh baby 🥹🖤 wholesome.

✦ Picciriddu ✦

@Kalpeakoira I love how happy and proud he looks like 🖤 life has not still consumed him.

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

@HuggableWerewuf Thank you so much for your kindess 🥹💜

@susitseart Amazing art and even better writing. It hits home with the naïveté I used to have. Hope many more see this and appreciate it. It’s a lesson in life made into art and a reminder to beware of things too sweet. Thankyou <3

@WSixtytruce Thank you so much 🐺💛

In return. For your friendship. (SEE ALL SLIDES!) That's what I must be. As good friend as you are. Otherwise I'll never be worth of you. You, who deserves all the best in the world. Darkness has always been a part of our existence. We born from dark to dark, to find our place in this world. To look for the glimmer of light that would make life worth all of our searching. We went to do this alone. And eventually some of us were lucky enough to find it. Our own way and reason to be happy. Someone other who was searching too. A friend. The other who became so dear to us and to whom we grow so dear. The other, in whose light the world wasn't so dark and lonely anymore. In the glow of that other, we were happy. For a friend was healing some part of us that somehow felt sore and numb at the same time. But it's possible that one day the glimmer of the other starts to feel too much. Too bright. Too beautiful. Something we cannot be worthy of. Not someone like us. Who deep down feel so permanently broken. Too broken. And as too broken, we don't know how to be there for the other as we should. We can't find words of comfort to the other when the other needs it. We cannot bear part of the other's pain, for it mixes too much with our own pain. We can barely breathe. How could we be something to someone who is more precious to us than anything? That's why we may retreat back into the dark. To the place where we belong. We may spend a moment or an eternity there. We don't know and we don't care. It's all just so comforting and safe. While we're there, our friend can find something better than us. While we are there, at least we are not a burden to those we love. It doesn't matter if we'd disappear for good. And yet, our friend comes to find us. Shining brighter than ever. Saying they wants to be our friend. No matter how broken we are. That's our friend. Wanting to give us everything, even though we ourselves can give nothing in return. How could one bear such a debt of gratitude? - - - Do you know this debt of friendship? #artwork #comic #darkart #mentalhealth #relatable #wolfart