#hhhhffff

Immediately taking a baseball bat to bots on my art posts go away goddamnit WHUAAEA

and I think I'm really burnt out and I just cannot focus on my stupid studies anymore and. It's literally just one more fucking month can I please get my shit together. I cannot be failing now after I managed to claw myself out of the bullshit during the end of the first semester this is so ridiculous.

10 days left.... time to make the most of the next 3

not to be a fucking Gay but jesus christ daryl with cut off sleeves looking grimy n a lil ugly is... hm. so fucking hot

@sigmarickandmorty​ Friends in the face of other Mortys, whom Morty E-417 would bring in his house from time to time, were strongly unwellcomed by Monty from the day one, however she tried to find the ways to deal with this. Sometimes, she might of used them to bring her some snacks, fibbing that was Morty’s say-so; other times she would direct them to meet Morty through the portal she opened and then watch the fun happening. Where else would she send them if not towards the swarm of alien bees or something alike? The latter one seemed to be borrowed by Rick E-417, Ricks’ influence on Mortys sure was strong even through different dimensions. But after the last accident, when one of them broke her toy (but she would insist for it to be called ‘action figure’; a common hobby between so many Mortys which not even Monty was a foreigner to), Monty had stopped looking for positivities. After that, she would fend off any Morty who didn’t belong to this house. Just like that one, who stepped from a swirling green portal. She could see him right now from the window in Mortys’ room. “H-HEY, y- you! Not o-on MY watch!” She calls for a Morty and points a finger at him, leaning in further from the window. “Y-you- y-y-you Morty’s friends guys a-are just too much!” Fists bang against the window sill desperatedly, “F-find, find another place to hand o-out in, really! G-go to the citadel, o-or on some... some uninhabited planet, or- or- or to a-a house of a more stupid Morty who’d allow you to stay! All of you! Stay away! ...S-seriously, that thing was absolutely! unic! for m-my dimension, and I can’t get another one! I-if- if you want to break something so bad - how about- how about y-you break your legs and NEVER COME NEAR T-THIS HOUSE AGAIN!” Her cheeks are red from anger, is to question what was so special about that toy, or what exactly was going on in her life right now, or both at once. Not to excuse her outburst on another Morty without even asking who it was though.

how do u lie about going to therapy to ur peers oh my god idk what to do & they keep prying

All I want right now is a hot guy in my bed.