You Can Literally Make Anything And Anyone Problematic If You Try Hard Enough Seriously Give Me People

I spawned 300 crabs and then was honour obligated to make them all love me

arthur lester is such a pathetic whimpering little man. i want him carnally

Here is a 30-day challenge to add more color into your creations!

waking up everyday is just like. good morning sun. good morning sky. good morning evergrowing festering pit of primordial rage inside of me. good morning birds

Seasonal Affective Disorder is just emotional scurvy, all my core wounds are reopening and they won't be fixed until the big lemon in the sky comes back

do you think evrard heard the gunshots and was just like,

“wow- that warren fella’s cough has gotten really bad”

are you secretly a monster?

I needed to color this page 🥹

im changing... augh... i can feel my dna changing... it hurts.... *hand turns into a dvd*

keep thinking that in another life i’d get to be a roughed up boy with split knuckles who gets to cope without hoping it is beautiful. keeping thinking i could be the girl that smells like a warm fire on the train, the one you fall in love with for a split second before i’m gone. keep thinking i could be the sunshine, or the moon, or both, or maybe a black hole. been wishing to get scraped up on the pavement and wear my hair messy, and drink ‘til i hit rock bottom so hard i chip my teeth and make myself learn how to sing again. keep forgetting it’s neither here or there, it’s now. so i’ll drink if i want until i remember how to feel alive, i’ll get roughed up and wear my cheap perfume that smells like rubbing alcohol at first, and i’ll be the sun and the moon and the birds singing in june, because there is literally no other life, it’s just this one. fucker.

keep thinking “somewhere in another life” like this isn’t the only one i get. fucker.