It’s Okay, Really. I’ll Feel Better.

people like to say that bill behaves like a bratty adolescent during weirdmageddon but. he is 3 million years old. it's clearly his midlife crisis

Quick sketch of my OTP. I love them.

kazu saito art

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your honor, in my defense: who cares like omfggggggggg who cares???????????? like. come On

ok I know its supposed to be a sphere but I started looking at it like it's a little orange thing sleeping in a blue tube and I cant unsee it. just a little tumblr update from me

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somewhere down the line, they attempt to reconcile. just before wilbur leaves to utah. it goes as you would expect.

MY BIKE IS FUCKED NOW I HAVE TO USE MY DADS😭😭

idk where to put this but I'm overflowing with emotions so here

Family is weird. I've found I collect my family as I go, like a funky jigsaw where the pieces are revealed by moving furniture or sweeping under the fridge. Pieces have been lost, left in old apartments to be picked up by others, to because part of someone else's puzzle. I just hope that the people I call my brothers see me as one too, that the people I have playfully married see me as a husband, a wife, or see me as a piece that they've loved as well. I hope to plant myself in as many puzzles as pieces I've collected. I hope that my current pieces, my work boss who is now a weird older brother, my two best friends in states I cannot visit whom are my two younger brothers, my wife whom I rarely speak to, and my own parents know I love them as much as I know they love me, maybe more so. I hope these pieces don't get lost with the dust collecting in the corners of my closet, the darkness under my bed, in the mess of my art supplies. I love my weird family.