WHAT KS WRING WITH THEM IM GONNA BURT THEIR SOCKS AND BOTE THEM

GASPPP I got discovered RUN

hearing ppl warn against making friends online like ah yes....my evil stalker friends......the years of bonding over fictional characters and shitposts were all a ploy to get my social security number...

POSTING FROM THE PLANE HEHEHEHE

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH IT'S BEEN FIFTEEN MINUTES AND I ALREADY FEEL GAYER WOOO

A wild veez has entered the askbox

What will she do?

Srsly your comic is SO CUTE tho <3

GASPPPPP YESSSSS WELCOME TO THE ASKBOX <33

Thanks again ! Here's a fun fact about that comic : it's the first art piece i finish in MONTHS that's how bad the brainrot was x)

Watch me send asks at 5 am for the giggle

I FOUND THE BUTTON WOOOO I FOUND IT I'm never leaving you alone again you are. Stuck with Raine. Chilling in your asks. Forever. I apologize in advance.

YOU FOUND THE BUTTON!! Incredible showstopping amazing

I asked you a week ago if you’d figured out asks and you were like “yeah! :D” and proceeded to never elaborate so I’d given up hope

sometimes, being in uni is also being able to look at a guy straight in the eyes and say you read fanfiction on a regular basis, and when he laughs at you, instead of going haha that was a joke don't worry just stand your ground and be like yeah, it's quite fun actually you should try it.

I FINISHED FLOWERS OF BUFFOONERY!!!!! I HAD SO MUCH FUN!!!! i laughed so much man it was great!!!!!!!!!!! the little narrator comments were amazing!!!! the book is a mess but you still like reading it!!!!!!

came surprisingly close to the way i write things which was like. an out of body experience for sure lmao. but uh. yeah no I loved it it made no sense READ IT!!! ITS LIKE 100 PAGES OF CHAOS!!!!!!!!!!!

i only have two genders: femsaster or mascthetic

no in between

I love uni because you can just sit there being extremely focused in class and suddenly someone walks in casually and just sits there silently half an hour after the beginning of the class and like. The professor just ignores them. Literally no one cares.

And look I know it's a typical college thing but after highschool it's just very different. Like in highschool teachers kick your ass and send you to the office. Here they just royally ignore you. I love it.

I cried on my birthday again.

It was expected. It's been a few years since I've last had a happy, tearless birthday.

I've had happy birthday parties, get togethers with wonderful and hilarious gifts I will always be thankful for. But in the end, I always go to bed, and cry on my birthday.

I don't dislike getting older. There has always been this thrill, what will happen next? Is this the year everything changes? This time, will I truly become something else?

But the thrill tones down. Another month turns into another year, and you forget what it felt like to be seventeen. There's this odd comfort to it. Maybe, this year, nothing will change, and I will stay the person I am, and that doesn't feel so bad.

Sometimes though, it turns into fear. The older I get, the more likely I am to lose the things that matter. I am terrified, so I cry, and hide in the arms of my mother because then I am her child, and it's okay to feel lost again, it's okay to feel the size of the world around me.

Age is a thing so big, while I still feel so small. So unprepared, and a little unsure of where to go next.

So maybe, just in my head, I'll stay eighteen for a while longer. Maybe if I'm not ready, and I don't feel like today is the right day to get older, and I still can't quite let go of that scared, fragile part of me that still has so many things to learn about living as an adult, maybe it's okay. Maybe I'll just keep crying on my birthday.

And maybe one day, I'll have it just a little more figured out.