HEY

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

Once I don’t have to take anymore tests or quizzes, it’s over for you all.

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

hey artist

if you have a brain that really likes creating stuff, like

like u REALLY just love to make stuff,

I want you to know something.

this is very, very important

• you do not need to make something every day to still be an artist, it's okay to relax and enjoy things other people have made

• even if you don't finish your projects, they are still valuable

• big number on social media is the most painful thing to pursue and it relies heavily on luck and does not determine your worth

• you need to make art that isn't up to your artistic standards before you'll have the skills to create art you can be truly proud of

• drink some water. it's not related to being an artist but I know you're dehydrated.

PLEASE DOES SNYONE KNOW THE NAME OF A GRAVITY FALLS FANFIC

IT HAD STAN AND FORD AND STANLEY WAS IN THE MENTAL HOSPITAL AND LIKE REALLY NUMB OR SOMETHING AND WOULD FIGHT THE OTHER PATIENTS AND FORD TOOK STAN HOME IDC IF ITS REALLY OUT OF CHARACTER I LOVED IT AND I CANT REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS CALLED

Short thingy I wrote for English class today, couldn’t help but make it about gravity falls. (The lesson was on suspense and I had to use the beginning as a starter)

I had 24 hours; I needed to get this journal away. Far, far away. I had made many mistakes, the journal contained all of them. It cannot fall into the wrong hands. I had called my mother on the landline and asked her where he lived. I could only hope that the postcard would arrive in time, and that he would come. We hadn’t seen each other in over ten years. He owed me this one thing, after all; and knowing him, he’d be worried enough to show up.

Stanley Pines gets his body turned back to his younger self except it just so happens to be the same exact time frame as when he:

- got a kidney stolen

- was chewing his way out of a trunk

- other form of injury and trauma that will shock the others when they see it

In honor of Stan’s victory.

AUGGG HE HAS ARRIVED HEHEHEHHEHEHEHHE

Photos from my adventures :D

Silly guys :3