online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

“said one more line”

My replies were bugged so I emailed support and the employee wished me a happy ttpd release week im screaming

Throwback thursday to when I was like 12 and I was putting out new writing DAILY...... Like entire Chapters of my then-current wips just, over an afternoon. What the fuck was I on

Teeth are bullshit. What do you mean you’re decaying. Get a fucking grip. You’re a bone now act like it. You don’t see my finger bones decaying from jerking it too much now do you

strawberry swiss snail 🍓

Bibimbap cats 🐱 💖🥹

who's afraid of little old me? lyrics >>>

"so tell me everything isn't about me but what if it is?"

"I'm always drunk on my own tears"

"you caged me and then you called me crazy"

"let's hear one more joke then we could all just laugh until I cry"

I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"

Every now and then I have to post pics like this to remind everyone all my art is traditional and that I look too much like a caveman to be doing digital art

no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS TAYLOR SWIFT: THE ERAS TOUR dir. Sam Wrench (2023)