houndgirrl

just have been finally adding some of my art here, as that is really what this account was intended to be for. please be patient with me, i'm fairly new at this. :) if i know sources, i promise to credit. if i've used your stock without realizing, apologies! i've occasionally used textures that i've not been able to source back to the original. if you see something of yours, please message me, i'd like to credit you. if you share my work, please credit me here or on www.houndgirrl.com, or as specified in the description under the post. thanks so much for looking. comments & constructive criticism are welcome!

This new man, the one she doesn't know, the one she's known forever, he's good. He helps her. She told him what happened, she didn't even really know why. But it was better after that. When she told him about it she cried, but it wasn't like before. She felt ... stronger.  She writes it down for him. He is a protector. He knows her somehow. He has scars too. The damaged draw the damaged. Sometimes she's numb, and its good. She laughs sometimes, and that's good too. She'd almost forgotten what it felt like. Sometimes she cries, but sometimes she can't. Then she goes and hides, curled up in bed and dreams the dream again ... and remembers ...