I love these dorks๐๐ These are both my own ocs: Pidgeon and Daisy! Pidge is the tol, reserved, dorky one and Daisy is the smol, chubby, loud one. I love then sm
My dad hid some eggs with money in them along with a ton of empty ones.
Long story short: only 17 had money and I now have 11 dollars.
I had an asthma attack partway through searching, though.
Such a handsome baby boi, I love๐๐
It's gonna be a bad day.
I wish I was still sick.
I'm staying home.
It doesn't feel right.
I don't like this.
It doesn't matter.
Fun reblog game: Reblog if you love being non-binary in any form! Yes I have much love for my binary friends but this one is for my other and neithers and all of the aboves and some of the aboves and sometimes and never and everything in between!!!!
Personally I love being non-binary. It fits me so well, I am just other and that's what I am! I don't have to to be one thing or another and I love it!
God, i should totally draw this bitch-boy again sometime. I miss his sassy- prince-ness๐
Allistar, my son, my boi, is getting some fukin lineart!
Not crazy happy with it, but still happy!๐ข
Casserole d idnt go great but the important thing is that it might've been the best casserole I've ever made!
(Still not salty enough and I can't seem to get the top crust right but still the best!!!)
Dude, that freaking sucks, I'm sorry you have to deal with that shit
Kinda feel like drawing but also kinda feel like sitting around listening to music on full blast, eating croutons like chips bc eff u is y, and talking to myself.
Also kinda feel like rewatching Holy Musical B@tman, which I just watched for the first time ever about an hour ago.
Friend: *kills hinself*
My fucking, shit-brain: death? You like death?? You want some dreams of death??? Have some nightmares of people being mauled or run over! Have nightmares of your past friends and old teachers chasing you while tying to kill you!! Have a nightmare of your mom planing to kill you!!!
You LOVE death right?
Me: I'd rather die from exhaustion then sleep.
Brain: not good enough? Wanna imagine your nephew being murdering by someone gouging his eyes out?? Wanna imagine him falling down some stairs and smashing his head open??? I can do that! I'll even make you think about him being kidnapped!! Or maybe even just him suffocating in his sleep!!!
DONT YOU JUST L O V E DEATH???
I kept debating as to whether or not I should post about this but then I remembered that my only other relatively-social outlet is my therapist so I decided to post.
My childhood friend shot himself yesterday. He died this afternoon while in the hospital.
At first I thought: "I won't be majorly affected by this, I haven't talked to him in over a year! I'm just uncomfortable because talking about suicide makes my anxiety spike due to another friends of mine attempting with me as her last goodbye!"(She's alive as far as I know, thank fucking god)
But then my mom was talking to my grandmother about what happened and mentioned that I'd been friends with him and his little sister...
And I realized... Jacob is dead. One of my childhood friends killed himself.
We're only 15... My friend is gone and we're practically still children
I keep having random bouts of re-realization because it just doesn't make any sense...
I can't feel anything. He's dead. He's gone and my emotions keep going in and out like an indesicve tide hugging the shore.
One second I'm sobbing and then, for a while, I'm completely numb.
I... I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I was so sure that this wouldn't affect me.
But she's ok. The friend I mentioned earlier is still alive.
I'm so glad she's alive, though. If I'm reacting like this to someone I haven't talked to in almost a year- I can only imagine what I'd be feeling if she'd succeeded...
I hope she knows how happy I am every time I remember that she's alive.
And how comforting that thought is now.
Because we're still just kids. Because we shouldn't be dying.
We're just kids
21, he/they, ace- not very interesting and rarely post(let alone anything good)
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