My Dad And I Once Had A Disagreement Over Him Using The Adage "What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger."

when the story is just not working, but you keep writing anyway

im trying to go to sleep but i cannotttttt stop thinking about this and laughing

Everyone please behold this baby tree:

It's so much smaller than the support posts, they had to secure it with caution tape.

In honor of Ace day, here’s a pretty cheesy comic I made a few years ago as an assignment for an education studies class. The prompt was to address an important issue in education, and at the time I was figuring out my sexuality and also discovering my deep-seated rage over never hearing the term ‘asexual’ in a sex ed class, and with the lack of research in general into the ace-spec experience. The comic is accompanied by quotes from a few of the qualitative studies I did find that interviewed ace folks.

This comic isn’t necessarily about my experience, but the project as a whole was about the need to normalize asexuality and other queer identities in a sex ed/health class context and treat them as REAL. I’d probably do the comic differently today, but I stand by the message overall.

you know what really gets my goat?

Hey. Hey you. The person aimlessly scrolling, stuck in an immobilized standoff with your brain

It's not your fault. You won't be stuck forever. I know you're trying. I know you hate it. It's ok.

And tell the Mean Voice in your head that it's not helping. It knows as well as you do that you would get up and Just Start the task if you could. You're not doing this on purpose.

Take a deep breath. Relax your jaw. I see you trying so hard to break out of it, but you can't force it. You'll get Unstuck eventually. All you can do in the interim is be kind to yourself.

People who think sheep are killed for their wool are so hilarious to me. Does your barber slit your throat whenever you get a haircut?? Are you a returning customer to Sweeney Todd? Lmao it grows back, fools.

The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes