u gotta let urself process thoughts and emotions ur ashamed of without judgment or they'll build up and come out sideways via weird contrived justifications. a thought on its own is not actually an impulse to act--it can just feel like one when u let urself get too anxious about it. ur not gonna turn into a monster just by thinking about things that gross you out or letting yourself have feelings you know are disproportionate and shouldn't be acted on.

Fuck it we bawl (starts sobbing uncontrollably)

idea: GNK droid dressed up as a juice box

April 27th is World Tapir Day! Yes, for real. Yes, absolutely, they deserve it, I know.

Their special day falls on the same date as International Hyena Day, which I drew a picture for last year-- and at the time, I felt bad for not having had the time to also draw a picture for the tapirs. I'm making things right this year! The big day isn't quite here yet, but I'm leaving for a trip on Monday, so I wanted to post this tribute early. Green leafs and best wishes to you and your loved ones during this holiday season.

fishes for the homos i mean homies

[ID: nine fish with collaged scales of different colored and patterned paper, each with glittery fins.]

Devin Kelly, All that wanting, right?

Dungeon Meshi risograph! This show... it makes me hungry

Prints available!

one thing about me is i will tell you i love you

really need everyone to hold out for a partner you don’t need to handhold through the bare minimum of what’s required for your care and handling

new england folk festival doodles featuring corvid + friends!🎶

im noticing that for a lot of americans “free palestine” has been an ideological motto and symbol rather than them actually believing in their heart that freedom is attainable and necessary

Spicy-brained friends, I would like to propose an update to the very useful ‘if you hate everyone, eat, if everyone hates you, sleep, and if you hate yourself, shower’ mantra to live by

Have you suddenly become a petty, hateful little gremlin who thinks people should face the firing squad for (checks notes) leaving teabags on the counter, breathing loudly, or daring to exist in the same space as you? Perhaps mundane and reasonable requests like ‘hey, we agreed to hang out now, let’s hang out’ make you want to scream and move to a yurt in the woods.

You. Are. Overstimulated.

People talk a lot about being overstimulated, and the physical/mental effects of it. What I haven’t seen is people talking about what it does emotionally, and it took me an embarassingly long time to link up those nitpicky, resentful emotions with the state of overstimulation/meltdown/shutdown.

These feelings do not mean that you’re a bad person! They probably aren’t how you actually feel about the people around you. They probably do mean that your nervous system is at its absolute limit and any request/demand/stimulus is Too Much and taking you into fight or flight territory.

Go lie down in a dark room for an hour, or find somewhere safe and familiar to stim for a bit. If it’s happening a lot, schedule yourself regular low-stimulation shutdown time

Signed: someone who moved in with their nearest and dearest only to have a massive crisis of faith about Suddenly Hating All of Them. I don’t hate them, it’s just overstimulating living with people. If I can spare anyone else a similar 9 months of suspecting that they may actually be a bit of a shit person, then this post is worth it!

ten of. fuck

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

one might imagine sisyphus learning by playing, winning by learning, and begin by beginning

I have that toxic crafter mindset (seeing any physical object going… I could make that)

This is not my beautiful circus; these are not my beautiful monkeys