Nothing has done quite so much damage to my internal vocabulary as the construction #MyNoun. I don't remember if it was from that "tour of my jar, this is my twig #MyTwig" or if it was from "inappropriate attachment to objects, my tuube #MyTuube" but either way it was one of you fuckers on here. I do it every time there's my noun #MyNoun

being an adult is just dragging urself kicking and screaming to things that you will enjoy and that will be good for you

clenching my teeth and muttering under my breath "you'll be happy you did it you'll be happy you did it you'll be happy you did it" as I physically force myself out the door to go Do Things

being very firm with myself every time I think about bailing and saying "no. you committed to this. it will improve your quality of life. you will enjoy it. now put on your big boy pants and go."

we talk about how surreal it is to befriend really good creatives on here but what’s really surreal is when those really good creatives also have, like, debilitating social anxiety and impostor syndrome. leonardo da vinci is on my dashboard calling the mona lisa cringe. rembrandt thrives off of my deranged tag rambles like a starving college student going after café leftovers

nonverbal phone time but our legs are touching so we know we're there for each other