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last year i was eating in a fancy, large restaurant when i began to hear a rumble and the distant sound of people chanting ‘potassium, potassium’ and suddenly hundreds of people dressed as bananas flood this restaurant chanting potassium over and over and we were trapped there for a very long time because the bananas would not leave and they were everywhere

i wasn’t joking

executive dysfunction is legitimately physically uncomfortable. i’ll be trapped between two things, weirdly caught on how-much-time-it-might-take-me. i take hours worried im going to take hours doing things. i’ll sit on the floor for the entire day, caught up in the middle of not-doing the chores i actually do want to be doing.

& the amount of mental energy that goes into it. & the legitimate amount of anger and discomfort and self-hate. is not “being lazy”.  it’d be a lot less work if i didn’t have to fight myself to just get up and do it. 

i just need you to understand it’s not effortless. it’s never effortless. it’s not “okay let me just get up and finally start doing this.” it’s more like. i am slamming my foot on the pedal but the car is in neutral and nothing is moving. it’s more like shouting instructions into a dying telephone. it’s more like being trapped in a small electric box, and someone who hates me is administering shocks. 

im trying. im trying. please help me get up.

FUCKING BLOOD FUNGUS

I was eating sugarcane and i saw red spots an i knew it was fungus but just for a second i freaked out because i thought it was blood. It is completely eldritch that there is a fungus that looks, acts and feels exactly likle blood.

damn casmic horror goes hard though

Suffering from hunk deficiency, refer me to artists and profiles that draw hunks, and im not closed off to smut either so that is fine too. love big men with big chests.

Not as bad but as what you went through but once at my gradmothers house I was painting and I left my art book on the table to go take a piss. It was open but only on the page I was working on. My grandmother flipped through it, found some art I did of jumping off a building that I painted when I was suicidal, and called me out at the lunch table in front of the family.

Hi there! I love your blog and wanted to share my feral son! This is Osiris, I found him in my garage a few years ago cold, afraid, and too feral to handle. With lots of love (and snacks) we have become good friends and now he lives with me and my other cats. He loves pets and snuggles and his toys. Keep doing your art! Osiris and I are big fans :)

(bonus pic of Momo contemplating his life while Osiris looms)

🥺 thank you so much for your sweet words! i'm very happy to hear that you and osiris enjoy looking at my blog! i hope it's at least half as much as i enjoyed reading your message and drawing this for you 🥹🖤

that last pic looks like it's taken from a cartoon, i swear 😂 it's a bit blurry tho, so i had to kinda guess mono's fur pattern; i hope i did okay 😅 but i also couldn't just skip that cute blep, so you get two pieces! it's just... too cute, look at that face! 🥺🖤 i'm glad you successfully bought osiris with some snacks hahaha 🖤 he looks so happy now! 😄

this is now one of my favourite drawings :3 but i made a fully b&w and a decluttered version too, just in case:

have a great day! 😄🖤

reblogs are greatly appreciated!🐾

@fairycosmos / Comic by @shhhitsfine / Comic by @incendavery

a straw is, effectively, a long donut, hence it has one hole.

I’m really into internet discourse but only pointless and stupid internet discourse like how many holes there are in a straw (it’s 2)