Reblogging For The Word Play

(guy who is so fatigued) i need to Draw

me outside your house at 3 am (i want a cup of sugar)

I found you

Hamilton mentioned. Must reblog.

absolutely haunting google maps point of interest. what do they know? do I want to know? do you?

if any berdly fans still exist

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59322091/chapters/151294486

i wrote a fic. idk how to advertize this on tumblr but ill post updates n stuff?? i thonk

oh m.y gg.od

𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦

𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵

Sometimes a creative outlet is a fun little hobby and sometimes it's a lifelong affliction. Like I crochet because making little woven animals sparks joy and I'm a writer whether I like it or not because I'm tormented by visions

im sponteniously combusting i think

Sketches for a deal I made

adults: oh silly children with no responsibilities no real trauma no life experience no worries and yet oh so dramatic about nothing

also adults: oh thank fucking GOD i am not in school anymore, i had another nightmare i was THERE again, i woke up in a cold sweat bc i didn't study for my TEST-there's nothing not anything like the sweet relief of realizing that you actually don't have one and you won't have one in a very very long time, i still remember what the hallways smell like, i graduated years ago but i don't feel safe yet

peeople don't like SMaughrtypants what go round saaaghing dat thday know stuff we dont knouh