Since I’m Back On Tumblr I Thought I’d Repost My Old Comic From 2018. A Lot Of Things Have Changed

Half-finished thing

you'd been sitting there for an hour

when i came by

an expression on your face

like milk turned sour

i sat down near the half-finished thing

you'd spent your afternoon on

before you started crying -

i spoke first: 'what's wrong?'

you stammered

something about bullcrap and 'don't give a fuck'

and your lower lip tremoured

so i reached out and picked it up

it was a little thing. delicate. beautiful.

with loose parts that jiggled with a gentle ring

watching warily, you looked on as i pulled it apart

too frustrated to care about undoing your start

wordlessly, i put it back together

you watched my fingers move. unsteady. clumsy.

i knew you could do it better

but at least it would be funny

you giggled. said it looked like a butt.

'i'm offended! not like you could do as much!'

you laughed. 'nah, i think yours still sucks.'

'why thank you, I knew you'd be awestruck'

i handed it back with a grin

and you started over again.

that half finished thing.

old fan art from 2016 to 2017

(looking back, why do i always draw ladybug on the left and cat noir on the right)

Hello!!!! No one gonna talk about this???

Hiii I once heard a saying that goes something like this: "it isn't your thoughts that make you who you are, it's whether you decide to act on them that does" or something along the lines of that

hey a reminder that sexual intrusive thoughts are not sexual fantasies. sexual fantasies are about what you desire and sexual intrusive thoughts are about what scares you the most and your intrusive thoughts say a hell of a lot more about what you DONT want than about what you do. youre okay and youre safe and youre not whatever it is your intrusive thoughts want you to think you are. youre fine.

welcome to the brain rot

I’ve been having a lot of feelings about the downfall of quality lately.

I ordered a pair of Dickies pants because pants are hard and workwear is usually reliable. When they arrived they were the scratchiest, most papery material–I can’t actually call it fabric in good faith–and fit a full three sizes too small. A week later I found the same pair in a thrift store, dated 2017. These are actual pants. They fit, they’re not made of asbestos. They’re only separated by time.

There’s no wood used in interior design unless it’s a custom build. I have a set of wealthy relatives who live in a condo. The downpayment for it was likely more money than I will see in my lifetime. The floors and the cabinets are all still laminate. I know I will never see real wood in a building constructed after 2000. Every “apartment hack” I see online has this very conspicuous, flat appearance because of all the paint and contact paper required to make these builds look personal in any way. The only natural materials are in the furnishings.

I’ve been harping on this for years, but everything is shit, nothing is designed to work, and “growth” and “profit” are just euphemisms for cutting corners until things are unworkable.

May I humbly request to joy yer crew as a lowly ship rat my good sire I can offer my excellent services of crumb recycling and strange and slightly vexing mystery noises at night

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