It's been difficult being in the art field and finding people to follow because a lot of the people in the field are incredibly entitled while also claiming to be "starving artists."

If you can live with your parents and pay occasional bills and do your art, you're not a starving artist. You're fucking lucky you have parents who let you live with them and don't demand you get a day job and take your art seriously. I guess yeah, if you could afford to move out from your parents' place and get your own, that would be great, but it doesn't make you financially disadvantaged if the reason you're not moving out is just that your parents' house is nicer than the apartment you've already been able to afford.

It's like... I didn't get to go to art school. I couldn't afford it and I had no support from home from anyone who thought I deserved to go to art school. I ended up learning all the fine art I learned because I worked on that on my own time and, in college, via electives. And I really would have loved to go to a school where the point was art and people could have advised me on how to make a living with my art. But most of all I would have appreciated parents who believed in me enough to help me become an artist.

If you've got that, then be thankful, and maybe view your circumstances with a healthier perspective.

Have you ever removed all the negative energy from an area, only to find the place seems to be full of even more negative energy? This is because when removing negative energy, double-negative energy is created.

To properly remove negative energy, try giving it a compliment, like, "you have a nice purse there."

To remove double-negative energy, add half-positive energy to it. Half-positive energy is generated from backhanded compliments, such as saying "that's a really funny hat" to a person who is bald.

I grew up in an incredibly unsupportive household, and I'm still dealing with the fallout from it. I don't really know how to talk about it, maybe because I still am coming to an understanding of just how messed up it all was.

Jacob Drawfee lemon

Body sort of threw an axle in response to environmental pressures. It can happen. Self care is magic blah blah blah.

cis people will say “I found out I’m having a baby girl at my anatomy scan and I’m experiencing gender disappointment” but be mad when you say “who knows? maybe you’ll end up with a son anyway”

what's a book you read as a teenager that was so magical and personally profound to you it literally changed your life, doesnt matter if the book was actually well written or not. mine's probably the catcher in the rye

Holding my cat close, soothing it: "It's okay baby, you have object permanence."

I got aaaaaaalllllllllllllllllll the rest of the methane contaminated boxes into a closed room and boy, are my arms tired.

There were about 13 stragglers left behind in the living area, and it was making a difference to our health.

I spent some time in the room with all the methane boxes and I'm just noting, I didn't really have much happen this time, possibly because I took a lot of precautions when doing this leg of the job. Open windows, fan blowing out the window, protective gloves, frequent breaks outside to breathe fresh air. I feel ok.

On the one hand, I really like what FNAF has done for popularizing the indie horror game genre and growing the horror gameplay community.

On the other hand, if I see one more video titled something like, "I SOLVED the latest FNAF game," I'm gonna scream. Video games are meant to be PLAYED, when you have to SOLVE one that's a lot closer to Q&A than my comfort zone allows for.

Tumblr, let me make the post without tags and without nagging me with a pop-up to add tags. I do not want to tag the post. It is what it is. Just let me have this tumblr. Get out of the way and let me post a post with no tags and let it get lost in the void.

Man I am just a different person these days. I'm not wishing to be the old person, just still discovering the new one.

That might sound inspirational but actually I'm just really confused most of the time.

Man I am just a different person these days. I'm not wishing to be the old person, just still discovering the new one.

That might sound inspirational but actually I'm just really confused most of the time.

Mostly I've just been cleaning house. Like, it's hard to keep up with a living space while recovering from weird toxins in your system. We never properly moved into this place, it was all just a rush. And my body decides whether it wants to do work at what feels like completely random.

Also I am doing a giant drawing of George Washington.

Been in a move boxes, fatigue, rest, clean, exhaustion, then rest cycle. Basically every time I do physical labor the toxins in my body from all the methane get flushed out of my system. Finally getting space freed up which is relieving. Eventually my body will clean everything out of itself, probably by the time I finally get this place cleaned up.

Been processing a lot of old memories and traumas while the chemistry plays itself out. Not in a place yet where I can really talk about it. It's still happening to me.

If I go quiet again then it's just more of the same. I'll be back.

I've been doing a lot of work in MS Paint (1998 version) and you'll see it all eventually. For now, here's a peek. I've been focusing on portraiture to tell a story.