I don't actually know what this is. Someone! Help me name it!
The rest of this might be a joke, but I have actually traded for and own six souls. Not sure what that means in the long run, but it happened.
in high school one of my best friends and I somehow started a running joke that he was a disgraced god sent to live as a human for Many lifetimes as punishment for some misdeed and that I was sent to keep an eye on him and every time we die we remember everything but this lifetime we accidentally remembered and this joke has gone on for years.
Last week he introduced me at a party to a guy he’s dating as the being sent to monitor him in his Earthly banishment.
So we really never do Stop Being Like That do we
Nail is a mess and a half, and I am LIVING for it.
Spaghetti beside you; spaghetti revive you.
Spaghetti's the flavor; spaghetti's your saviour.
Spaghetti with chopsticks.
Chaos. Eat fresh.
Spaghetti in pocket; spaghetti on floor. Spaghetti in my locket; spaghetti on the door.
It's okay if my art is a mess, because I am too. That means we can work on being better together.
sometimes i do the art, and sometimes it's good
mostly it's bad,
but that's okay
i really like the good ones, and that's what matters
it's like the car all over again, but on the water
but there's no water,
and i'm on a couch
the bumpy car afterwaves have arrived
Update: you can't see the full pic yet, but I'm almost done lining him
Take some WIP shots of more of my Snoodle Doodles
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