All I Need To Do Is Write A Story And Then Adapt That Story Into A Comic And Then Adapt That Comic Into

feel free to cite the deep magic to me witch i was there when it was written but my memory is like REEEEALLY shitty

me when I go out wearing an outfit I wouldn’t usually wear: oh my god everyone knows this is an outfit I wouldn’t usually wear I’m so embarrassed

getting to that time of the year where the sun will straight up project childhood memories onto your bedroom wall at about 3 or 4 pm

LOUD CHEERING NOISES

THE PONCHO MAKES A REAPPEARANCE

💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

If my ocs were real and I walked into a room with all of them I'd immediately get jumped

parabola the rabola

(jigsaw voice) hello. you claim to be hungry and yet you have not eaten for the past nine hours. in front of you is a plate of food. you're not trapped in this room and there's no death timer or anything, however. the longer you don't eat the hungrier you will get. you will not stop being hungry until you eat. you don't even have to eat the plate of food in front of you, you can just eat whatever. please. anything. i'm begging you. good luck.

i like when kids get to that age when they start wishing death and pain and violence upon toddlers tv characters. like most people know the songs about killing barney the dinosaur but i also have vague memories of me and my classmates roleplaying drowning peppa pig. my younger cousin showed me a drawing of the teletubbies being ground up into tubby custard and i didnt even blink like yep. that age huh. the age of indescribable violence. been there buddy.

my vocabulary is rapidly dwindling. "yay" is one of my default responses now