his eyes shine like the rays of morning

having a body made of meat sucks ass

kill dorothy fuck the lion marry the tin man and i dont care about the other one

I met every single creepy pasta and they wre all nice to me

does anyone know how to draw. has anyone ever drawn anything ever.

my dumb piece of shit bara kemonomimi coworker was LATE again for some shit that I AM ON THE LINE for but when i got mad this asshole just closes his eyes and makes a flustered expression while rubbing behind his neck like its cute. its not. its gross. we can all see his delicious puffy nipples through his too tight white shirt Which is way too small it keeps riding up his chubby yummy to show his fluffy dog fur.

kitten if you don't get daddy his 3D printed sensory slug in the next five seconds you can kiss your grandma's drywall goodbye

This was supposed to be unrebloggable, but I was flying into a gamer rage at the antique store because someone was wearing too much Victoria's Secret Love Spell body spray and it gave me a migraine.

please stop forgetting that sink dog canonically has a soap dispensing vagina like the original artist who made her up drew her with one she is not a sexless icon she is and has been fetish material the whole time and that does not take away from her value or charm

let’s wax poetic about the themes of something we made up due to our lack of knowledge about someone else’s art

vagina is highlighted because i misclicked also

T-shirt that says "I'M SORRY FOR THE PERSON I BECOME WHEN I'M OVERHEATED"

adhd is like I think it’s gonna take me fifteen minutes to fill up my water bottle

i think one of the best parts about being a teenager in the early to mid 2010s was that cigarettes were definitely not cool anymore and vapes hadn’t popularized yet so my lungs made it out of my peak impressionable years relatively unscathed

I get a strike at the bowling alley and the screen plays a clip of me being born

I do tend to be suspicious of art that really lauds and worships the idea of being an artist. Like yes, art is cool, I think it's valuable, there's a reason I make it. But let's not get overly self congratulatory here

I think it's okay to love what you do, and even celebrate that. But there's a line that gets crossed sometimes where the art goes... "unlike all of those stupid people, who just dont get it." And it's like... hey... who are you making this for, exactly?

reminds me of that "artists fuck better because we turn sex into art, mattresses are our canvas" post or however that goes. always makes me laugh

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.