Little star clusters 🌟

(yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist)

when you're a child and you stay up past your bedtime you get punished by your parents, when you're an adult and you stay up too late you just get punished by the ghosts and spirits and demons and such

hmm. maybe u were put on this earth to make art and write bad poetry and create silly little playlists and being kind and maybe tearing up a little bit when you see old people eating alone

S T A R S ! This is my biggest piece yet (24”x32” I’m pretty sure) I made this guy for Artprize so if you’re in Grand Rapids, Michigan this fall check it out!!

A commission I did alittle while back, soooo obsessed with how it turned out tho!!!!

Stars stars stars! Drawn on watercolor paper, the base was done with chalk pastels and the stars were done with prismacolor pencils ⭐️

im so hungry i could eat a h *looks at large horse in my room who has been waiting for an excuse to stomp me to death* human. i could eat a human

My hungry ass couldn’t be an archaeologist

hey. don't cry. I went to Mad At You island and none of your friends were there :)

The trick to crying on command is to just imagine someone asking if you’re ok

After careful consideration and going over multiple options I think the best choice is stay warm and cozy in bed forever.

hey um im rly sorry but i saved ur boyfriend in the wrong format and now his save file is corrupted. so he’s evil and weird now. sorry

extremely fucked up that the only way out is through

there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter

tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on

truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that

I can always change my mind (a threat and a consolation, comforts both)