arm: sore. art: unfinished. hotel: trivago.

Hey sorry that I sound like a retail worker while talking to you. It’s my go-to setting with strangers because I’m scared of people

Hey gang!!! it is currently 10:19 pm my time and I just gave myself a bloody nose by *checks notes* lightly itching it!

I don’t cry very often, but now I kind of find issue with that because if someone were to ask me what I last cried over my answer would be my dog eating my sandwich

Foiled once again by m own hubris! Project Hail Mary was an absolute rollercoaster and I enjoyed every fucking bit of it.

The Digital Circus finale changed my life you guys. Silly cartoon characters make me cry multiple times NOT CLICKBAIT

Finally, it’s June! The month were all gay people merge into one gigantic multimonster that ravages the streets nightly! I can’t wait!

I’m very stressed out over school ending because I have stuff to finish for my art classes. How am I dealing with it? By procrastinating, of course!

Currently remembering that one time I told my friend “good luck” because there was a band concert that day, forgetting they were in fact not in band at all and actually in strings and that, when they pointed this out to me, instead of going “oh, my bad” I spout some bullshit on how it was a general statement. Like people regularly wish others good luck with their day and don’t mean it as a threat.