My Blue Jeans Baby's Driving Me Crazy

steam repeatedly notifying you that a friend is booting up a game thats clearly not cooperating feels like ur sitting inside and someone outside keeps trying to rev up a lawnmower

I think aliens would find astronauts charming with their stocky limbs and helmets that look like a big shiny eyeball. I think they would own marketable plushies of them or perhaps a labubu style keychain

the issue with growing up in the 2000s and 2010s was like there was this really big push toward "accepting your weirdness" overall but they meant like idk wearing mismatched socks or something not being tangibly beyond the norm in any way shape or form

the kids in hsm2 shouldve unionized that country club

Imagine losing a game you rigged

i need to write some evil ass fanfiction that informs people in no uncertain terms that i have severe psychological problems and am not going to make it

Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else

(I would like to emphasize the “non-judgemental” portion of the caption)

new ask game: tell me what your ‘non-judgemental but still very aware’ thing is about my art

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