.Just me.

i love that post thats like “never trust how you feel about your life after 9pm” that shit changed my life. every time i feel bad i look at the clock and i’m like Aha It’s 10:26 PM You Cannot Fucking Fool Me

That second piece is so dope

Imagine being brainwashed to the point that you unironically believe this is art and it has value.

the point is supporting your children you bitter fuck.

Imagine being so brainwashed by lifeless fucks you think that there’s no value in making memories with your children. @punishedbystander

I’d literally rather see my child’s artwork on the wall every day than the Mona Lisa. Art means different things to different people, and I’d prefer to keep that feeling and memory of my children than anything else evoked by someone else’s work.

I want a home mostly just to welcome people into it. There will be bowls of candy for guests, and the cookie jar is full. I’ll always say “I was just about to make a coffee/tea/cocoa, would you like one?” when somebody walks in. There’s lemonade and iced tea made fresh on hot days. Once it hits That Hour and they start saying they really should be going, I’ll remind them that the futon is always open, and I’m making cinnamon rolls tomorrow. There’s champagne and sparkling juice hidden on a high shelf just in case somebody announces their engagement or their pregnancy or their new job while they’re here. There is an extra chair in the living room, at the table, and on the deck, and it’s for you. I want to be able to say “if you’re ever in trouble, come to me.”

tryna relax during an anxiety attack

Preach it

We had a fucking argument. We call it WWII.

My ringing just went away for the first time in years. What is this blissful quiet.

This technique literally changed my life

masculinity is a prison, time doesn’t exist, gender isn’t real, virginity is a construct, and Jesus wasn’t white.

me @ dinner parties

art therapy is important.

You are exactly the teacher they need. It’s a brilliant idea and im so glad it works for them.

Op, post a tutorial?

I was high off my ass last night and had this dream where I was in this dense ass forest and sitting there was a tall woman. She was so tall I couldn’t see her face but she was wearing gold and I was like “uh…hi?” And she said “I made you, do you know that?” And I nodded and she was like “I hear your thoughts. Why do you hate my creation? Why do you try to destroy yourself? I made you perfect as you are. Please don’t break my heart”. Then she started crying and it flooded and I woke up with fucking heart palpitations like what does it Mean™️????

This is really beautiful!!!

Oh fuck

I just had a Fan-Fucking-Tastic idea for a villain!

This character is just called Red Rose, in their footsteps wild roses bloom no matter where. Everybody thinks they’re just a joke until they see how fast they can move, how hard they can grab someone’s face, and see the roses that sprout where the victims eyes should be and bloom out their mouth. A single punch to the gut will have someone coughing up petals and choking on thorny stems.

Sounds hot

You’re the second person to openly acknowledge wanting to fuck this character, are y’all good?

It's a crime now to have excellent taste?

Several generations of thirst for Poison Ivy have resulted in this.