My Sister Had Already Started Making Dinner When I Said: We Should Go Buy Some Rice!

When your friend kills himself and you cheer yourself up by drawing a lesbian and her nonbinary crush. I'm so good at coping. Anyways, these are my OCs. The girl doesn't have a name yet, she's an alien and she's either related to a rabbit god that lives on the moon or just really likes bunnies, either way. The other one is Sammie, a living scarecrow of sorts, I guess. They're a farmer that really likes pumpkins and doesn't understand affection/romance at all.

Heyo, I uhhh I made an Instagram👌 same name as my Tumblr if anyone's interested😁

Dude, that freaking sucks, I'm sorry you have to deal with that shit

yeah being out is cool and all but have you ever had to pretend that you feel better after your dad assures you there’s probably a load of guys just waiting to make a move

Me on Valentines:

Friend:*exists*

Me: I love you sm. Honestly you’re so fucking great. I will support every decision you ever make, no matter how poorly thought out it is. You’re so talented and beautiful, dang. How dare you dislike yourself/say bad things about yourself, like, that’s my friend how dare you? Wanna hug? Ilysm, wtf? You’re incredible. You could be a model, tbh. So great. I! LOVE! YOU! SO! MUCH!!

Friend:…coolio beans, friendo.

Me: why don’t you love meh..?

Really cute pinkie I made.

I just really love her, ok

Alfur's floppy sleeves.

From Hilda the series- on Netflix.

Here's a tiny room Tucked behind my ears And hidden in my head The person I want to be The things I want to see The books I want to read Are cluttered in that room Somewhere in my head I don't know where But There's a window And two chairs, Plants I don't recognize And paintings Of people I don't know One lamp For light It's all the- Sticks - stones - words That could ever hurt me Piled up under one roof And stacked On one shelf There's one corner I can hide in And plenty of things To hold And places to sit To think I never want to leave My little room In my head

So, tranfering stuff from my old phone ended up making some bombin' ass edits to a few shit photos I took over a year ago, enjoy the strange improvements👌

-Buttons!🐢

Me too!

im  dropping out of school to become a full time piece of shit

Things have happened.

Just as they always will.

Things have died.

Simply from being alive.

Things have made you smile.

Same as I wish I could.

Things have made me cry.

And if I were dry wood-

I'd burn and burn and burn...

But I am not who I should-

Be, I am someone who is

Melting, maybe?

Things are spilt into pieces

Myself am barely different-

Still talking to no-one

But myself.

I think that when I do that-

I half-become somebody else.

That half is my other self

She doesn't get lost transition-

She isn't even awake.

She's sleeping- no

Dreaming

With moldy melatonin

Not doing much to keep her awake.

Things have faded.

Like old photographs-

I've never seen any.

This is the digital age-

With no more pictures of somber faces

Being plastered to the page.

Things.

...

Things have looked up-

And seen the sun

But some

Things have gone down hill-

And landed in a rut

But both of 'em

Have left me

So that I'm somewhere in between

Maybe there was a ledge I stopped on!

Or a tree in a forest green-

Did they undergrowth stop me?

I think it must've hurt-

I mean-

I'm covered in scratches

But they're from a cat.

It doesn't matter.

I mean-its just that...

"Things have died"

From being a runt-

From being too young-

From eating her litter-

Man, crying is fun.

Five months(by estimation)

Three(months by knowledge)

And 15 years-

But by then

It's all the same-

They're all:

Dead

Dead

Dead

...

Things have been...

Inconclusive.