Haha I Like You. I’ll Be Growing On You Like Moss Now If That’s Alright

I sleep to forget. What does that say about me?

I trade my time for... not quite peace, but the absence of turbulence.

reminder that the thoughts someone has does not say anything about how “good” or “bad” someone is, because thoughts have no moral worth at all. yes, this includes sexual and violent thoughts of all kinds. thoughtcrime isn’t real

Greetings bugs and worms!

This comic is a little different than what I usually do but I worked real hard on it—Maybe I'll make more infographic stuff in the future this ended up being fun. Hope you learned something new :)

If you are still curious and want to learn more about OCD, you can visit the International OCD Foundation's website. I also recommend this amazing TED ED video "Starving The Monster", which was my first introduction to the disorder and this video by John Green about his own experience with OCD.

The IOCDF's website can also help you find support groups, therapy, and has lots of online guides and resources as well if you or a loved one is struggling with the disorder. It is very comprehensive!

Reblog to teach your followers about OCD

(But also not reblogging doesn't make you evil, silly goose)

I wonder if my friends know what they are for me.

Here’s a fanart commissioned by my friend! He’s my friend’s ingame Dofus character. :D

Adult Swim making an unholy amount of sense.

Hey, I painted my friend. :3

An unexpected pro of not remembering anything is opening my drafts, note app, or sketch book and find the most powerful raw quote. Like, I wrote this?? What??

Remembering how once many years ago I was walking downhill at a trail in a forest with some other people when I felt something slam into my back, and I reflexively ran forward still feeling whatever it was, like something had leapt onto my back and was clinging there the whole way down. I got to the bottom of the hill and stumbled to the side and a cyclist shot past just saying “SORRY!” According to everyone else, the bike basically hit me square in the back, pushed me all the way down the hill, and my legs by maybe pure reflex just literally “ran with it,” like this:

Somehow I didn’t get hurt by it at all