I love being alive! I love being gay! I love understanding jokes in my niche communities online! I love consuming my favorite things with a gut wrenching passion! I love when I see art I love! I love my friends! I love screaming over fictional worlds! I love community! I love humans! Look at us, specks of stardust that stretch and hope to create and see and feel as much as we can! To connect! We make art of worlds that exist in our heads to tell stories and then go ‘that character is so me’ because the yearning for connection is so great! Life is really hard but I love waking up and knowing if it gets too hard I can watch or read something and feel okay!

“You’re a dumbass for not bringing a jacket, you know? You gotta be better prepared.”

Satoru tossed a big sweater at you and you just barely caught it. You looked at it hesitantly before sliding it over your head. And when you did, you were consumed with the scent of lavender and cedarwood — it smelt just like him. It was a calming scent and it steeped over your nerves . The lavender offered a soft, airy feeling, and the cedarwood being the grounding pull; pillowing you back to earth. The lingering warmth gave a comforting feeling — a warm body without the physical touch.

“I didn’t tell you to come here and lecture me. I asked you to bring my jacket.” You sniffled out.

“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t bother you, now would I?”

You snort, “The Satoru Gojo I know doesn’t give lectures, he receives them.”

He only chuckled and brought himself to plop down beside you, letting his shoulder bump into yours. He dangled a bag of treats in front of your face, wiggling his eyebrows; saying something about how they’re your favourites. And they were. All your favourite things that you swore you only mentioned once or twice in a conversation you barely remembered.

Satoru was terrible with words of comfort, but he made up for it in other ways. His acts of love have always been giving. Things like souvenirs from his trips abroad to remind you that he was thinking of you, even if he was oceans away. Or buying you coffee right before noon because you mentioned you get sleepy around that time. He remembered all the little things about you that most people would probably forget.

Even if he wouldn't say it out loud, he remembered because he loves you. And he thinks that every little thing about you is worth remembering. It's worth the space in his head; his brain probably has a spot dedicated just to you.

“I’m here.”

And so when you started crying, he really didn't know what to say but he hoped you knew. He was here, and he’d show you he cared, and that his love ran deeper than expensive gifts, and one too many coffees.

Apologies for not updating the comic. I had been given some blows in my professional life that just hurt to even think about, and now I have to redirect what I thought was my calling.

I just need some luck as I have been getting beat down for the past 3 years, I'm beyond frustrated. I had lost the one person that I could talk to back in 2021, and it still hurts. I had been laid off of the one job that I truly loved since being hired in 2020; I'm beating myself up over it even though it was not my fault. Even trying to apply for jobs isn't what it used to be. It's scary.

I'm not stopping the fan-comic. This is my focus; but right now, I just want to know where my life is going.

Every time I see a reblog or message of my fan-comic, it lifts my spirits. I love reading every tag as they are just clever. Even getting my first fan art was amazing! You guys are so talented.

I may not feel like working on the comic right now, but I know you guys want more.

There will be more.

I promise.

News flash: life sucks ❤️💚💛

My grandmother passed away this morning.

I'm okay, I'm fine since I'm not really close to my dad's side of family. But looking at my dad's face is hard.

He just lost his mother. And I can't imagine the pain he's going through.

Some aspirational thinking as I transition to my late thirties and try to embrace my body and find acceptance in life

(Don’t repost but, speaking of bills...)

I NEED MORE HAZEL LIKE I DON'T EVEN CARE JUST MAKE IT LONG I NEED IT😭🙏

AND I NEED 10 BANDS RN SOOO

Hello there!

Here’s your little reminder that you can do this! Just push through this week at the least! Then you can rest on the weekend and push though the next! You don’t need to give up and your not alone! Remember, I love you, you are amazing and you are so precious and you deserve to see tomorrow, so just keep pushing!

I may not know what your dealing with and you don’t have to tell me, but I’m hella proud of you! Your feelings are valid and are important and you don’t deserve to be given up on, and im not gonna give up on you! >:) <3

Don't be scared of what might happen. you are gonna be okay. God is good. 💗

Life is tough, the forces are against us - yet your excuses remain vapid. My soul is not for sale.

- Prince of Erosia -

I had a very long day

My classmate and I struggled with a dead weight patient who was twice our size and I know my lower back is going to be feeling it tomorrow <3

I had a patient fall in front of me face forward and it was so scary I still see his face hitting the hospital floor like a pancake :-(

I xrayed a girl who had to go to trauma because she jumped two stories off of a building (was by herself)

I came into work only to find patients constantly calling our office nonstop and backing up our work like crazy

Life is hard but making a cup of coffee isn't.. So take a break and have coffee☕

"wanted: dead or alive", i write meaning my heart.

i craft an ad for all the bounty hunters in the nearest proximity. i think they laugh at me a little for who would want this bloody, beating thing back after all the hemorrhages it caused? who would want it back, knowing it would cause even more?

"dead or alive", I write for i am afraid losing it somewhere along the road actually meant leaving it to bleed alone, all the self-imposed hemorrhages sucking it dry. i am afraid, beaten to a pulp, it finally stopped beating back.

who would want such a broken thing back? who would want it back, knowing it would still break you too?

oh, but I would. i never knew I would

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who’s having a rough time today for any reason. Love you.