i don't want to go to work. i want to sleep and dream of unlikely scenarios. then, i want to wake up and write my silly little stories, the scenarios i dreamt in my head the night before. do you understand? the longing to write? the yearning to create? the desire to produce art?

the post grad why did i get an art degree what am i even doing what do i want in life where am i going crisis has finally hit i want to. lie down in the dirt. or something

i need people to start paying me for every time they tell me "oh but ur arts so good ur wasting ur talent u need to do it professionally" wrong i need to do art to draw beautiful characters that not a single other person cares about while feeding every ounce of love i have into my work or to convey thoughts & feelings beyond words and to even think of doing otherwise is to deny my own nature "oh but u can do what u want and then sell it" why is everything about money to you why cant u just enjoy things at what point in ur life did u forget how to have fun

He’s only officially owned Twitter for 17 days.

anyone else up trying not to think too hard about the future or is it just me haha

I got last months electricity bill and it was like 800€ something, whhhaat the fuck

one of the things about where are your boys tonight i really appreciated and, to me, seemed like the most significant thrust of the book (but never garnered much attention, imo), was the focus on the business side of things and particularly the way the many bands never saw long term success or stability or the way a lot of very young people were taken advantage of even after making their labels and handlers metric butt-tones of money and this really culminated with the discussion about paramores record deal and the inherently coercive nature of making a 14 year old sign a record deal (not even really mentioning that record deal was 20 fucking years lmao) and yet i still see people argue she was an industry plant or whatever. sorry ig one of my fatal flaws is i give child stars the benefit of the doubt considering the fundamental exploitation necessary for that position to exist or whatever

I wanna live a simple life, literally the dream is to have my own place, where I can just invite friends over and cook for them. That's it, like that's literally it. Maybe even ask for a job that doesn't drain my fucking soul??? A tall order apparently.

I feel like I'm literally asking for the BARE FUCKING minimum and it's not even enough. This system does not fundamentally work, how are there still people defending it.

The simplest dream of having literally enough fucking money to exist in the world is apparently a fucking pipe dream... If that doesn't drive you fucking insane than I don't know what will...

I’m presenting this without comment. I think the article goes very well over the pros and cons of the situation at hand, but I want to highlight these two parts:

The rent on their furnished three-bedroom apartment, tucked away on a cobblestone street next to a 13th century stone cathedral in the Alfama district, is 2,100 euros.

and

“We were able to get a deal because of COVID and few people visiting the city,” said Wittman, who still maintains bits of her Midwestern accent from her Indiana upbringing. That was before a lease extension offer came in at 3,650 euros. “Now that our time is coming up, we can’t even find anything affordable in the city.”

And want to remind you that historically, Alfama was made of people so poor, rent averaged between 10 and 40€, because these were pensioners. 

The rest is pretty well explained in the article.

| ... Well, I WAS ok with this last night, but now I'm not entirely happy with this doodle...-

Oh well, not like they're the main focus on this blog, I'm mostly really focusing on my OCs and the other few personal projects here... Although doesn't help with Tumblr just no longer filtering themselves, showing off their true colours for the longest time and also jumping on the "AI" bandwagon too along with just being a dictated lot like the rest of the assholes who make up 100% percentage of all brands-

I'm just a fucking idiot who just wants to draw OCs, post random fcking art and show it off when I'm not fcking working and killing myself over a job that will never release me from the clutches of bullshit!

WHAT WAS SO. FUCKING. HARD ABOUT KEEPING ONLINE AS A DUMBASS PLACE WHERE THERE WAS NO PLAGIARISM, POLITICAL BULLSHIT FOR SITES TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF AND FUCK THEIR OWN USERBASES. WHILE ACTIVELY CONTROLLING AND TAKING THEIR FREEDOM AWAY!

Not like we ever had freedom to begin with-

Twitter, Reddit, YouTube, DeviantART, Instagram, T- HERE! WHEREEVER FUCKING ELSE! Fuck all CEOs and teams of the online world, people just wanted ONE place where they could escape hells of reality even just for a LITTLE WHILE and NOW look what you did- Kill yourselves!! I fcking hate corporates I hate the rich I hate the system and I hate governments all around thr world, D I E ffs fuck humans and their greed I hope this shit ass race gets OBLITERATED with NO fcking trace of the human existence left!! Fucking disease, pests, a literal INFECTION of life itself!

Fuck you fuck you fuck you I hate this fcking world, do me a fcking favor and fcking blow up already!! I've had e-fucking-nough

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Love getting lectured by my stepfather about the kitchen after I share some of what I was cooking with them. 😑

I already tend to avoid using the kitchen bc of how cluttered and messy Mom tends to leave it... and now I feel like I'm getting punished for offering y'all some of my cooking.

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it’s supposed to snow and be gross all day tomorrow but i wanna go to the gym and thrift and go for a walk😭 i have a little bit of school work to catch up on and i wanna revise my notes for a test that’s coming up at the end of the month. but i wanna go outside first omg

i have spent way too much money for christmas this year ngl my bank account is reeling