Looking Back This Was Shit But It Was Also My First Attempt At Drawing Someone Realistically And I Had

A canvas for the masses

How’d you and ran decide to move in together?

Every twink needs their twink handler.

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Update on a new account, he actually didn't know which ones were the weed skittles and which ones weren't. He said either I got a nice bag of skittles or he would get to see me high so there were no downsides 💀

My soul almost just left my body. So my friend handed me a pack of skittles and I ate them and then he goes "guess what? I have weed skittles" and I was like "WHAT?!" and he was like "oh not the ones I gave you I keep them in a different spot" like bro, you didn't think to deliver that sentence better?

…is it you?

have this mspaint painting thats part of a project

inevitable departure

someone has to leave first—

that’s the rule,

etched in the marrow of every hello.

we pretend it’s far off,

an ending for another day,

but it sits between us like a shadow

at the dinner table,

quiet, patient,

unfolding napkins we never meant to place.

either you die,

or i do,

or you find a life somewhere else

with sunshine i can’t offer

and conversations that don’t ache.

maybe one day your heart

just stops echoing mine—

it forgets the beat we built.

one of us will leave first.

and god,

what a cruel truth that is.

because even in love,

even in the best of it,

there’s an expiration we can’t read

until it’s passed.

and the worst part?

the world won’t stop.

i’ll still have to wake up,

brush my teeth,

fold the sheets you once tangled in,

and somehow

teach my heart to recognize a new rhythm.

someone else’s laugh.

someone else’s shoulder

that will never feel quite right.

rebuilding is not bravery,

it’s necessity.

and i hate that.

i hate knowing

this beautiful thing

we cradle like glass

has a fault line running through it

we can’t see until it shatters.

but still—

i love you.

knowing full well

one of us will leave first.

and maybe that’s

the most human thing of all.

God I forgot the things I posted on my old account 💀

So I was outside with my dogs and I see something on the ground. I'm over here thinking that it's probably a tiny piece of glass and I don't want my dogs stepping on it but I'm not entirely sure that it's glass. So, like the incredibly intelligent human being I am, I stepped on it. And I was right. It was glass. I've stepped on a lot of little bits of glass before so it's fine it didn't really hurt.

when it’s really bad again and it’s still way better than it used to be but it’s still really bad. and you do all the right stuff and you try and try and it still really hurts but it’s working but it still hurts and you go see the beautiful majesty of nature and your soul is so close to being at peace but your mind is still in pain. and it’s better but it’s still bad. and the sun is setting.