Love Having To Run Between Like 5 Systems Of People To Get A Single Thing Changed On One Form (if I Dont

quick reminder that its on sight with makima fans. you stay out of my house. i hate that smug bitch and i wont stand for her apologists.

GOOD NEWS EVERYONE

sometimes i like scrolling through the "stuff for you" because the tumblr algorithm is like a little buddy trying to show me its new hyperfixation. it went from mcyt to breaking bad to wings of fire. no advertisements. just beep boop fixations.

Are you aware that you're just screaming "Whore !!" Or "Vagina !!" In Icelandic?

It’s inevitable that at some point, in some language, you’re saying something phallic.

Me when I remember something I said ages ago that was wrong or my values no longer align with

haha whoops its past 10 pm so im turning all sappy again

man it really would be nice to do one big long trauma dump ✨lore post✨ because i think its important that i am able to talk about my story and it definitely does have a lot to do with my art journey. however i also dont feel like doing a vent-post style post of any kind is a good idea. all i know is that i want to tell it somewhere. now that its finally over.

if i try to write it into a short story i just know im gonna both dance around it with depersonalized metaphorical garbage and change the truth to fit whatever "chapter format" i will inevitably latch onto.

i know i like to bond with people and see how they became who they are, but honestly tumblr isn't the place for that kind of sharing from me, at least not right now. we'll see in a few years, maybe.

me and who

(friend)ship dynamics or smth

manifested this because it is truth

i love you block button i love you tag filtering i love you "this post is not for me" button i love you tumblr i am being besieged by so many blogs i dont want anywhere near me right now

tumblr might be the thing that finally makes me learn to just leave spaces with things and people that make me angry or uncomfortable instead of fighting it

I call this drawing position Little Victorian Boy Dying of Tuberculosis