Ripplepipple

Today’s the day

This is the level of hyperanalystic bullshit I live for

I loved this episode👍

Danny is all around us.

since it's the last day of january, i wanted to take my little digital rake and put all my january art together in a collage 😸 i am very proud of the fact that i have spent every day of the january drawing - sometimes i spent 12hours on one big work, sometimes i just had a bunch of random kitty doodles, but every day was productive 😸 at some point i took a little break from drawing inbox kitties so i can focus on kittifying famous art, because i always have to think of ways to trick adhd into leaving me alone, lol. i do plan to create more of those, but i'm back to my inbox for a bit again 😺also, i'm about to finally start making more potion cats. it's something i am super excited about for like two months now, lol, but i just had to finish some other things first. i hope you like my january recap, and i hope you'll stay to see more upcoming art! 🐱🖤 reblogs are greatly appreciated! 🐾

i've had enough of being so brave about it i want to start screaming

rewatching fantasy high (AGAIN!!)

This is Canita, the Lucky Wigged-Cane! She apeared in my grandma's hospital room, drawn to the laughter! Like for good luck and a good laugh!

Gifted kid (burnout)

I have always been a good student. the kind of kid you hold up as an example because ‘look at how much studying they do’. A mini genius with certificates that mean nothing but you show them off anyway, a tiny piece of paper telling everyone I’m smart.

And I never had to try. It was always easy to be the best and be smart. It was easy to have friends and act like I knew everything.

And then it wasn’t.

Because then I didn’t know what I had been doing right.

Because then I didn’t know how I talked to my friends without lying to them. I was perfect right? Why wasn’t I perfect anymore?

It was a slow kind of crash. A gradual descent that I didn’t realise until I had already fallen down. Because if I’m not smart, then what am I? 

I’ve always been smart, I’ve always loved reading and writing. I’ve always been good enough. But that’s all I’ve ever been.

‘The smart one’ and ‘the nerdy one’ and ‘the bookworm’.

What do I do if I’m not smart anymore? Who am I if I’m not smart anymore? 

Because now there’s unread books that I should be reading and empty pages that should be filled and I don’t know how I did it. 

“You’re such a bright student”, people tell me, my parents and my teachers and my friends and a thousand other voices that crash together like cymbals ringing in my ears “Why don’t you apply yourself more?”

And now I’m getting examples of people I should be like.

And I can’t help but ask : “Am I not good enough anymore?”

Because I’ve always been enough

Who am I now that I’m not?

Such a mood

i stress about stress before there’s even stress to stress about