I Do Not Want To Be Actually Famous At All But There Are Like Three Aspects Of Fame That I Want

i dont know why id waste time boring myself by telling lies for the sake of seeming normal in a social situation when i could tell lies for the sake of seeming like a peculiar entity. why would i pretend to be friends with someone i hate when i could say “i hate you” and spend my time instead training myself to politely nod and say a random name every time i see a bird in order to convince strangers that i have memorised and named all the pigeons in my local area

the main reason i think this guy isnt eugene is that i don't believe julia would willingly make a character with black hair blonde. she loves drawing dark haired men too much, i call clone.

i reakon if you stabbed me with a guitar lead and plugged the other end into an amp i could make some pretty funky sounds

i need the ability to pat people on head through computer screen

everyone talks about Neo and Trinity being Trans, but no one talks about Mouse. Mouse is 100% the blueprint for so many Trans Men I know and seen. Even when he's in the Matrix, everyone is walking around in sick ass leather clothing or a full 3 piece suit as what they think is the coolest shit they can wear and what's Mouse wearing, a fucking Blazer and a graphic T, do I need to say more, I love him.

"stop muttering to yourself" i'm performing a one man play to a one man audience, i just found out the wife was secretly pregnant from ivf and was having a lesbian affair with the doctor. you stay out of it, this is art.

soooo tempted to learn woodworking, learn barrel making, modify that skill and make a butter churn, learn to churn butter, and finally- make butter. i should practice my metalwork too for the barrel probably

the radio says "you make my dreams come true", my headphones say "i am god's mistake" karina of drawfee says "every time we kiss i swear i could fly"

listening to a art youtube video out loud and sad country music on my headphones and upbeat pop music on the radio all at once and also writing this tumblr post

if you are making soup and you think “hmm i wish this soup looked a bit more silly” you can make it blue. they can’t stop you. make that soup blue.

sometime i have fully gotten over an childhood interest to the point of almost forgetting it and then i see something completely innocuous related to it one day and then the Obsession™ returns, like a basketball to the face with the only warning being someone far away hollering "heads!" mere seconds before it hits