So tasty.

Oohhhhh i just realized now

Feeling the need to fully recover and to completely self destruct all at once haha

It's my 12 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Enjoy this small comic of my oc Ana-Jane and Jason getting lectured inspired by a tic tok sound 🤣

My home tattoo shop announced we’re closing at the end of the month lol

A lot of the other artists already have people from other shops reaching out to them - which is great.

But I’m just tired of being everyone’s last choice.

I’m fully expecting to have nowhere to go and to be left up to myself again.

There’s places for everyone else. Sometimes it seems like there’s never a place for me. Told my therapist today that I feel like I’m not being hired because I look ugly and gross and I said “maybe I’ll wear a mask to interviews and appointments” her reply “that might work”

There’s just no denying that I’m somehow repulsive. It’s so weird to me that people will lie to my face and say “you’ll be ok” and “you’re gonna look back in a year and this will all be fine” like… stop lying.

Like. Why am I even here? Am I just here to make everyone feel better about not being an ugly monster?

Meliodas: *killing thousands a day as a sport with zeldris to see who can kill more*

Meliodas: *stubs toe in morning* "oh come on! Why does the world always have to pick ME to pick on!?! Why does nobody ELSE have to go through this pain and suffering!?!"

Zeldris: *literally stabbing someone* "I don't know, I mean really, what did we ever do to deserve this?"

Goddess Elizabeth: *just got there in time to meliodas stub his toe and complain about his life problems* "dat ass though"

*currently writhing on the ground, rabid foam coming out from mouth caused by how much my brain is thinking about that certain elvis looking puppet*

Since turning 30, it also hurts to yawn and stretch and try to come to life.

Okay, so maybe it's not that I'm struggling to write in general, I'm just struggling with happier stories... Huh.

oh god oH FUCK. THE DIALTOWN HYPERFIXATION GOT ME OH FUCK.

anyways yeah. i don’t usually draw but i saw a motorola talkabout T2288 and my hand just started gravitating towards Ibis Pain(t). Also yes, i’m very aware my hands are not that great. i’m def gonna try and fix that one day. soon.

i’m still halfway convinced i should’ve just slapped an actual photo of a motorola talkabout T2288 on this bad boy instead of actually drawing it. but yeah.

@pyrrhiqe

“Are you here on FBI time or on personal time?” Camilla says as she opens the door, raising her brows. She has to admit that Will makes her a bit nervous in that she always seems to know what she’s thinking in a very uncanny way. It’s easy to lie about killing Bunny, killing Charles, whatever. Bunny she didn’t have a direct hand it. Charles was...she can’t quite explain that. It was easy, too easy, a sacrifice demanded from her god. He, Agamemnon and her, Klytemnestra. The dead man here is the man who has destroyed me.

She lets out a breath, pushing a hand through her hair. It’s easy to play the part of a distraught sister when reporting him missing. It’s easy to lie to the faces of old men who see a young woman crying and think she’s done nothing wrong. How could she? She’s clearly terrified, worried over her missing brother.

Still. Will knows. Camilla is aware. She steps aside to let her in. “What is it that you want?”

does hamlet ever find another reason for our continued existence other than our own cowardice?

i haven’t finished the play yet.

i know he’s concluded that to live is to suffer.

and we continue to live because we fear the unknown that is accompanied with death.

but is that it? cowardice?

i can be quite brave, i think.

Life is but a game of Limbo, and I am how low you can go.

Remember: ANXIETY 😬😬