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i dont know what god, diety or demon possessed me but i had the majority of a mug filled with pure black coffee. (for the first time ever)

straight from the pot, and all i know is before i was barely getting through the day on four hours of sleep, and instead i studied for my midterm for seven fucking hours

seven hours of nonstop studying and no breaks. I have literally never been that focused in my life. ADHD be damned.

im lying here at 11:30 wondering how im not either completely dead or somehow asleep. I am still wide awake even though i was begging for sleep this morning.

i drank it at 3(ish) and im still not tired. im invincible. i could literally solve anything right now. i could fight god and he fears that i may win.

drink coffee. i get coffee people now. i get it.

I understand.

i've never been more upset in my entire fucking life

here’s the closeted furries “hey man… can u bum me a cig” and “the one uncle nobody invites to the family reunion but SOMEONE keeps telling him where it is anyways”

if you want an idea of what john is like, imagine hau from pokemon sumo

ALSO the ppl who kept asking me for trans thomas art, HERE he’s trans in this au (; 

ft John:

opens box that reads "i wanna draw again". inside lies a note. the note says, "mental illness and difficult circumstances have taken years of interest, accessibility, and skill away from me. i want to forgive myself for that. i want to heal my relationship to my hobbies. i want to feel connected to something that once made me feel good, but the cyclic discouragement is difficult to overcome." i turn over the note. on the back it reads "wannta drawe sexy bodies awooga"

when the haircut feels like girlboss instead of boyfailure

truly didn't believe in the theory of 'smacking technology to get it to work' until it happened to me. what a beautiful thing.

Sidenote: im too scared to turn it off incase it breaks again

how do i feel grief that i cant justify having

when someone asks whats wrong, how do i tell them that if i explained more, the less they would care?

how late early in the night morning does it have to be for one to say 'fuck it we ball' and just pull an all nighter

when i ask the librarian for a book on sharks and she starts with "our books on oceans are-"

NO.

NO OCEAN. ONLY SHARK.

I DONT CARE ABOUT THE OCEAN. LIVE BREATHE CHOMP SHARK.