me [completely out of touch with my feelings, trying to describe an emotion]: I feel, um, glittery? buzzy. like peeling my skin off
man if I gotta make bad art, it should at least be easy! But it’s not! It is also hard to make this bad art
- ‘u dont have (insert food/music/restaurant here) over there??’ - ‘wait what time is it. shouldnt u be asleep’ - alternatively: timezoned/clockblocked again - ‘do u need a hug. have a virtual hug’ - weird slang terms - ‘i will fight everyone thats mean to u. i will fight them rn’ - vague embarrassment regarding ur accent - ‘dont maKE ME COME OVER THERE’ - ‘oh yeah i have a friend who lives in (insert country here) and apparently’ - no real hugs :(( - suffering - fahrenheit vs celsius - the measuring of things in feet fucks one of u up, probably
I still get excited when my friends refer to me as their friend
"My friend said" "this is my friend" "they're my friend"
Im freaking out inside every time
hello my beautiful mutual. if you're still taking doodle requests may i urge you to draw chip or pretzel
watching her for gil
"Astynax (the infant) was quiet and didn't cry when Odysseus was holding him and was even smiling and reaching out for him, because Odysseus was wearing his helmet, so he must have thought it was his father, Hector, picking him up."
Me after reading this take:
truly nothing funnier than having an archive of when you first started getting into a media that has since consumed your entire life