*heart eyes*

so done with tumblr. see u all in two minutes

don't isolate no matter how fucking broken you feel even if every attempt at connection proves futile do not stop reaching out to someone something somewhere please

i like it when people compliment me. i like it... when people like me. (looks around to make sure nobody is about to shoot me)

I have GOT to stop spending $30

was scared out of my mind for two weeks over something that I ended up doing with ease. many such cases.

Tumblr already has a personalization algorithm it's called my beloved mutuals who have great taste and only wish to psychologically damage me sometimes

nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult

i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence

(nods sagely) (nods basily) (nods rosemarily) (nods saltly) (nods star anisely)

My hoes care about me.

You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)

first rule of storing tupperware is have fun and be yourself. second suggestion is slam the cabinet door quickly and don’t worry ‘bout it.

I haven’t said anything interesting in a long while. this will continue

Every morning, I put on my thinking cap and my smartiepants. Unfortunately, there is no shirt that properly proclaims my intellectual abilities, so I have to go tits out