the banan of drawing

babe wake up...i need to tell you multiple thoughts that don't corelate at all that i had in the span of five minutes..

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

please. Untitled Artwork was my father. call me Untitled Artwork (1)

complimented a womans clear raincoat this morning and she said Well i feel like a sandwich

its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"

the vivid sensory-memory of sucking water out of a washcloth as a child

A fun thing about fiction with large casts of characters is that sometimes you'll have a Spicy Bananas moment where every single character has an identical yet wildly atypical experience of some very mundane thing, and slowly you realise that the author isn't Making A Point, they just think that's normal.

i like when you can tell a screenwriter thinks that being good at computers is all about how fast you type. you need to out-computer your enemies with your superior wpm. whoever types the fastest is the most elite hacker in the cyberspace. its all up to you, johnny quickfingers. we're counting on you.

u can just tell when someone's choosing to be old