“I looked for you! I looked everywhere for you!”

I have been in such a redraw mood lately I don’t know what’s up. Fun way to test out new techniques I guess.

me rn

Episodes come out at 5 am for me so I will be waking up to carnage on the tl/dashboard 😗✌️

due to several people showing interest

here is my poem called “fire” about growing up aromantic in an amatonormative world:

So I’m rewatching and catching up on Doctor Who for the first time in like 6ish years so I can watch the new specials and like my favorite will always be Tennant, he was My Doctor blah blah but you know what, this rewatch reminded me how much I love 12, mainly his season with Bill.

Capaldi is such a great Doctor. He’s not always nice but he’s always kind and he loves so hard. He’s so funny and I love how he loves playing guitar and he has sonic sunglasses bc he’s just trying to have a good time, he may not be a kooky bow tie guy anymore but he’s still silly. Him and Bill are like best buds and I wish we’d had another season with them and even Nardole bc their relationship was just fun, there was no pre-destined or weird importance placed on her, she was just a normal person who loved learning and was kind and had good vibes. The best of humanity, the kind of person the Doctor takes along bc they remind him that people are important. Bill brought out the best in him and also GAY🦭 anyways his last words are so beautiful and I miss him

silliness gone really quick but I am soooo done with school . I just was laughing really hard that I started to negatively cry cause of it, but was still masking it with a laugh so I didn’t look like I was actually crying aside from the thing I was laughing at

Man I used to sympathize people with chronic illness, but now I can really empathize. This shit sucks and it has the worst snowball effect too.

On our way to 27, to some precipice, a sink or swim moment, a well-acknowledged second where you decide whether it’s too much or not enough, whether you’re exhausted by the stab, crunch, sigh of life, or whether you’re taking stock and moving through. But together though. We’re on our way.

And it’s different because you’re doing better despite it all. You’ve reached this cornerstone moment and you’re doing better. Not great, not good maybe, but better because when you give so much and it’s not enough it chips at the silhouette and when the highs too high and the lows too low and you’re up and down more than you were ever the right way up, it feels infinite. This is what it is, has always been, always will be. Through artificial highs and real pinnacles, to the duvet days and unwashed teacups. But don’t let it break your heart. Cause fighting to breathe is still fighting, and treading water is still swimming and laying the foundations is still building. It’s about ‘heart’ but really about spirit, about avoiding the jaded twists and clutching tight to promise. It’s a bad time, not a bad life.

We’re on a one-way road to, something better.

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my love for Maven has evolved into something and no matter how hard i try i cannot put it into words and it’s driving me crazy

so much shit is going on with all sides of my family and I’m feeling very overwhelmed

genuinely I like the early jojo art better than whatever araki is doing now with his doe-eyed twinks. like idk what it is about the thick bold lines and mesmerizingly impossible anatomy with aggressive sparkle detail that really gets me going. I see it and I’m like oh god I need to draw like this (runs into traffic)

not me sitting here sobbing because this was my last day coaching private figure skating. i’m literally a top to bottom mess help

I’m crying because Puppy is not doing well and giving him attention make it worst but all he wants is to comfort ME… we don’t deserve dog