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Meet Atlas, he's very vocal when awake but rn he's hugging my thigh and sleepin'.

Accidentally took a really nice shot of my backpack! Haha, you can easily tell which pins I made myself and which are store bought! I found out a few days ago that his bag was my grammy's!

Me and my mom started a fairy garden, just cause and it includes my first succulent! The little tab from the store said it was called "hens and chicks" I think. I'm the one that got to set all of it up so far, it was really fun! We'll be expanding and adding stuff to it really soon!

This post claims to have 1 note but I'm pretty sure me posting it doesn't count. 🙃🐢🙃🐢

Encyclopedias

Of random/oddly specific topics: do they exist and where can I get them. Seriously, I want.

I want encyclopedias/books of/about:

-plants (specifically succulents, cacti, and sunflowers)

-animals (rabbits, cats, frogs, turtles, sheep, goats, snakes, and bees)

-clothes/fashion/trends (fuck me up with that character design material)

-art (just a fucking book about art history and shit because I fucking want one)

I just- I have some things I wanna learn about and they happen to be very strange and specific, ok.

Encyclopedias

Of random/oddly specific topics: do they exist and where can I get them. Seriously, I want.

I want encyclopedias/books of/about:

-plants (specifically succulents, cacti, and sunflowers)

-animals (rabbits, cats, frogs, turtles, sheep, goats, snakes, and bees)

-clothes/fashion/trends (fuck me up with that character design material)

-art (just a fucking book about art history and shit because I fucking want one)

I just- I have some things I wanna learn about and they happen to be very strange and specific, ok.

I missed. His funeral.

Fuck.

I missed the entire service because my nephew was being loud/giggly/fussy and I offered to walk around the church lobby and outside for a bit to see if he's calm down.

He didn't.

I missed the entire. Fucking. Service.

I was actually relieved at first but then almost immediately get super pissed about it, because this is someone that I was friends with when I was like 3-9 years old and he killed himself and I MISSED HIS GODAMN FUNERAL.

What the fuck am I supposed to do except be fucking pissy???

Long story short: I'm being a bitch because I didn't do something that I didn't even want to do.

Went to the creek near my house and these flowers have sprouted up everywhere. Feel free to use for whatever I guess, i don't really give a crap either way.

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.

Fucking Easter, my dudes

My dad hid some eggs with money in them along with a ton of empty ones.

Long story short: only 17 had money and I now have 11 dollars.

I had an asthma attack partway through searching, though.

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

I don't think I've posted a drawing of these two yet! Lemme just- fix that real quick! This is Selina Kingsley and Franklin Amdras-Simel! As you can see: my babies are growing up and I love them very much(despite the fact they don't actually exist)!

At least my nephew likes my cooking. I made mashed potatoes!

JUST WALKED OUT OF THE THEATER AND I CAN NOT STOP SMILING, HOLY SHIT, GO SEE LOVE, SIMON!!!

Sometimes I think back to -arguably- my most prestigious accomplishment: Being a creative writer in Piccolo Spoleto:Rising Stars.

And I think: why the ever-fuckity-fuck did I think those poems were good???

I was so stiff and awkward, it was terribleeee

But, you know what, if I were to get he chance to do it again, I would.

But I wouldn't read poems about love (for... reasons)-oh no!- I'd write some poems about anger, or sadness, or something stupid and meaningless! Because this are the things I should write about.

Looking back though, performing was such an insane experience that is do again in a heart beat.

I tried to draw my son... It did not turn out how I wanted. CECIL PALMER, CAN YOU STOP BEING SUCH A USELESS GAY(tm) AND DO YOUR JOB? YES, I KNOW, CARLOS IS PERFECT, BUT PEOPLE ARE DYING, CECIL. ive listened to 1-17 so far. (CAAARLOOOSS💛💛💛💛!!!!!!!!<- mood)

Some people would say I have a problem. I prefer to call it an accumulation of the greatest invention ever: Buttons.

Holy shit.

My therapist is proud of me!

I did really good today during my appointment!!! I'm really proud of me!

This bitch be improovin'!!!

Why did I make this as a post...???

Oh shit I have therapy today!

Ps: friend(you know who you are) if you ever want to hang out feel free to just text me!

I'd love to hang out sometime and I don't have anything else to do, anyways, so you don't need to worry that I might be busy! I love you!

Downloaded a collage maker app and made a thing out of some -edited- pictures I've taken. I kinda like it, tbh.

One of our girl bunnies gave birth to at least 10 babies saturday before last, 2 were already dead when we found them.

4 were gray and tan and the other 4 were completely black.

Only 4 survived until tuesday of the following week. The 4 black ones. One died one sunday, and three on monday.

Tuesday -the day I got punished for drawing a picture- there were still alive.

Two more died -one a day- before I took the remaining two away from their mother.

She had been letting them die and them eating them.

I took care of those last two since then.

One of them was sick and died this monday.

The last one died this morning.

I had been keeping it (I kept both of them in it) in a small box -made nest with a giant sweater and a heated sock full of rice.

Last night/this morning it somehow got out and got into the dog cage.

We have three, small, very old, blind, and mostly deaf dogs.

One of which fucking loves puppies/anything reassembling puppies.

The last baby was loved to death. And with the description my mom, who found it, gave me... It's a horrible way to die.

I don't know why I'm not upset.

I don't know why I'm posting this.

Sooo... I might not be going back to school.

So I really like this song-The Balled of Sara Berry" from 35mm- and I drew fan art for it and was showing said drawing to my friends as well as explaining the song-spoiler:pepl die

The school took me talking about/drawing about a song as a threat.

It is because of this that I won't be at school tomorrow and might not be there Wednesday either. Me and my parents have already started planning/preparing for me to start homeschooling.

Not gonna lie, I'm sad but not regretful.

Oh, and they fabricated a bogus story about what happened even after I explained it and acted like I was changing my story when retold them the same thing.

And they went through my journal. Which is full of vent art.

My vents are usually self-hate from 3rd person, which I guess they took as me threatening others.

I talked about a fucking song.

I didn't flaunt a gun.

I didn't say I was going to hurt anyone.

I talked. About. A. Song.

There this really nice tree(something pear tree, I think) in my front yard that recently started blooming! I try to take a pic or two before school, I if can!

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..?

I, uh, drew some gays. @twilyyyy have some gays.

Hello, yes, hi, good morning, yes, greetings, um it's 3:30 in the goddamn morning, why the fuckity-fuck-fucker-truck am I awake???

Some shitty selfies!

My new bab: Alex-Lotol the axalotol! I love him sm #(• ♡ •)# (I am NOT a little so please don't interact)

When you push your friend's away so fucking much that they don't even bother to check on you and you're not sure if you should be happy or sad.

Hahaha, I'm a terrible person...

I'm sick and sleepy

I just took my nausea medicine cause I'm sick and I wanna sleeeeeep

It's raining and I'm in such a good mood rn

Yasssss

It's raininggg

I'm aliveee

Aaaaaaa!!!!!!