Biege, Ochre, And Everything Mediocre

yes. just yes

same with cleaning the sink

Having to clean the shower is so fucking annoying. It’s clean in there. That’s where I go to get clean. It’s clean dude trust me. Stop fucking growing bacteria and stuff man this is the clean locale. You’re embarrassing me in front of the sink

I once was at a religious gathering with my parents (none of us are religeus but our grandparents who where with us are). The priest there said behind the back of my cousin who has an autoimmune disease that she deserved it as recompense for some grand plan (this is a hindu temple so past lives or godly forms or some other bullshit excuse). We own the temple so he was fired imeadeatly, but in the moment there were some temple goers who agreed with him, and my dad turned to me and we shared a communal moment of "lets get out of here" so we left with some excuse and drove off.

I had to take a piss test for a job I got hired at today, and this is the name of the fuckin company that makes the tests

When my keyboard teacher threw a surprise test, he made us play in front of everyone, one by one. i never practised ( i only play the keyboard because i already have for two years and i cant let go of things easily). I ended up laughing when i had to go back to the biginer book, and i ran out after my hands were shaking so hard i couldnt play the first. fucking. exercise. By this point

( because my anxiety response is trying to please the crowd) I was gigling and laughing like a maniac. Then I broke down and started crying. This is made worse by the fact that my brain went through every chain of effect, reason, response, fuck yourself by the time I had cycled home. Well.... what the fuck do I do now.

Not as bad but as what you went through but once at my gradmothers house I was painting and I left my art book on the table to go take a piss. It was open but only on the page I was working on. My grandmother flipped through it, found some art I did of jumping off a building that I painted when I was suicidal, and called me out at the lunch table in front of the family.

repost this artists please! arists only get fame via reposts.

had the insatiable desire to draw corvo and the outsider. years later they still remain the puppetmasters of my dick

Is my gender a punit’s square?

recently I was talking to my friend and I realised my gender comes to me in two modes: how I want to dress/carry myself, and what I want to physically feel like. So the combinations are

male body, “male” clothes. Male body, “female” clothes. Female body, “ female” clothes. Female body “male” clothes.

some days it feels like no gender at all. Am I gender fluid or a gender or what? Pls help me. I have no one at home to talk about this to.