this was an art blog once

a sense of calm pervades the shelf stable aisles of the supermarket, quite different to the desperate urgency of perishables

unfortunately if you are an old friend of mine i will always care about you no matter what even if we haven't seen each other in forever because i still remember what you were like 7 years ago and i still remember how it felt to be young with you and i still have a lot of love for you in the back of my mind

hate when I wanna talk to a person but I don’t really have anything to say. but I yearn for the connection. can’t just message someone like, hi I have nothing in particular to say but you’re fun and cool and I would like to have a conversation

I’m actually remarkably chill considering I’m consistently under the spells of many wizards

one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.

DNI IF YOU UNCRITICALLY CONSUME THE MAD COMPOSITIONS PENNED BY THE VILLAINOUS PHANTOM THAT HAUNTS THIS OPÉRA

"Kill them with kindness" WRONG. drop the opera house chandelier on them.

stop drawing for others. don't draw for yourself either. play video games

i can't lie to you i loveee bad endings sometimes. what if nothing worked out. what if the characters gave into their worst instincts. what if they became worse. what if there's truly no hope left. what will they do out of desperation? who will they become as their worst selves?

man if your response to this is "um there's enough bad things in the world" you have entirely missed the point. also irl there's always hope left.

seirously pissed off that to get better at drawing i have to draw

I hope the mutuals I never talk to are doing well.