By Stephanie Pui-Mun Law

izzy's playlists!
sheepfilms
cherry valley forever
Three Goblin Art
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Stranger Things

pixel skylines

JVL

#extradirty
Claire Keane
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Not today Justin
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Andulka

ellievsbear

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
will byers stan first human second

tannertan36
i don't do bad sauce passes

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@sersherner
By Stephanie Pui-Mun Law

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Some lil clay faces i made
Alt edits because free will
Look I finished something!
Went for more scene emo for this one since I think Him wouldn’t be plain ole emo he got too much pizzazz

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Emo American Dragon Jake Long
Emo Mandark
Here’s chowder
I’m healing my inner child
Emo Flapjack edit which coincidentally is just me from high school

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Emo Steven universe because I have free will
Remaking an old comic from middle school where a scene girl gets attacked by a local axe murderer and calls her emo bff/secret crush Steve instead of the police
We're DOOMED, right?
We can't afford to think we're all doomed.
That's how they want us to feel!
THEY WANT US TO FEEL THIS WAY.
We aren't doomed, YET.
But we WILL be if WE don't fucking DO.
SOMETHING.
But.
What do we do?
I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!
OW.
It hurts! I feel awful!
FUCK.
Ignore it!
It's not happening to ME.
I HAVE TO LOOK OUT FOR ME.
ME, the individual. ME.
We're DOOMED, right?
I cannot sleep, again. My thoughts consume.
I must obsess.
If I don’t, something bad will happen. If I don’t worry about everything bad, everything bad will happen.
Why can't I let myself be? I just want to be.
How do you leave yourself alone? The bitch is always there.
Always pushing. Always screaming.
I dream, one day, I'll be able to subdue the sirens and alarms. I'll exist in sweet, sweet silence.
I'll fall asleep at night, and wake up feeling okay.
Here tumblr have a drawing

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Who am I to think my words are worth reading? Why do I scour my notes app, desperately searching for an old poem or written thought that might gain me a smidgen of attention from strangers online?
Why do I need the validation? It's truly a drug for me. It's the purest form of euphoria.
Validation.
I wish I could bottle it. Save it up, like pennies for a rainy day. Take a sip when I need a little pick me up.
The thing is, not just any old validation will do. It needs to be earned. It needs to be genuine. I want everything that I make and show the world to be groundbreaking. This is impossible, I realize. Regardless, it's what I crave.
I remember as a child, I used to sing at the top of my lungs in my backyard, just hoping that some passerby would hear me and grant me a compliment. Better yet, a music producer would somehow be passing through, and would immediately sign me to a record label. I had many delusions of grandeur.
I suppose I just wanted to be acknowledged.
Now a days, it's damn near impossible to get acknowledgement with how saturated the internet is. Everyone is screaming all at once, "LOOK AT ME, NOTICE ME".
We're all so lonely in this sea of ego. Addicted to the validation.
How do we break the surface, and find real connection?
Tell me, Tumblr. Oh wise and powerful. How do I reach into a void, and grab what cannot be seen? Is there anything waiting for me on the other side? Or is it just a dead end?
Are we cursed to endlessly float, desperately reaching for something, anything that might be real? I just want something real.
I want to go to bed.
Here are the pumpkins I carved this year