I had the best fucking dream last night.
I had a girlfriend, there was world's cutest fucking gay couple, and this one straight couple that was cute as all hell.
The entire dream was just healthy, happy, adorable relationships and I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO MAD THAT I CANT REMEMBER A DREAM, FUCK!
It was so cute and heart warming, I feel so blessed that my stupid panicky brain let me have such a nice dream
*Edit
I actually had this dream almost a year ago, this post has been in my drafts since I woke up from said dream.
Recently my dreams nightmares are a lot more.... death-filled with a few handfuls of false accusations and shitty social shit for good measure.
I miss you, happy, cute couples dream, you were so pleasant.
When you don't draw for about a week, you end up just doodle-vomiting all over your paper. Which is how a lot of my many OCs came to be, ngl.
Dude
Me: *finds a thing that i like that isnt problamatic unless taking out of context and given malicious intent through biased descriptions*
Person: *does that*
Me brain: you are no longer allowed to like this thing because if you do then you're a terrible person and your inevitable murder is justified because you'd deserve it.
Me: ... ok..
Gonna be returned to the hellhole that is high school next Monday but before then, Imma get a pixie cut this weekend.
Short hair and whatever pride stuff I can find for MAXIMUM GAYπ³οΈβπ
Day 4 of my painting kick-
(I don't know why Tumblr keeps rotating my photos and I don't know how to make it stop...)
Kid always looks both ways before crossing and tries to keep people out of the road... i- am sad.
I didn't want to get rid of the stretch so instead I struggled with using lineart pens and markers on fucking wax paper. Never again.
Oh shit I have therapy today!
Ps: friend(you know who you are) if you ever want to hang out feel free to just text me!
I'd love to hang out sometime and I don't have anything else to do, anyways, so you don't need to worry that I might be busy! I love you!
I missed the entire service because my nephew was being loud/giggly/fussy and I offered to walk around the church lobby and outside for a bit to see if he's calm down.
He didn't.
I missed the entire. Fucking. Service.
I was actually relieved at first but then almost immediately get super pissed about it, because this is someone that I was friends with when I was like 3-9 years old and he killed himself and I MISSED HIS GODAMN FUNERAL.
What the fuck am I supposed to do except be fucking pissy???
Long story short: I'm being a bitch because I didn't do something that I didn't even want to do.
21, he/they, ace- not very interesting and rarely post(let alone anything good)
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