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I love when things are going great and it's sunny outside and I can breathe for the first time in weeks without wondering how much it's gonna cost me. Summer can't come quick enough!!!
Feelin real green.
The Tumblr green text shade is a pretty good representation of me, I think. It's just toxic enough for me to think of Fallout and radioactive sludge.
The orange is good too. It isn't super bright, which I appreciate. More Halloween. Like, if I bottled up the original Halloween Town movie or a Spirit Halloween? It would be this orange.
Good shit
Hi!
I hope you get to eat dinner with your friends soon.
I hope you pet a cat soon.
I hope you see a really nice sunset soon.
I hope you get to wake up after getting the perfect amount of sleep soon.
I hope you have the time to make art soon.
I hope the thing you've been dreading doing isn't actually so bad.
I hope that you get to listen to your favorite song soon.
I hope you have a really good day <3
I need 2020 super saturated colors to make a comeback. My phones photo album was so alive back then. It still is pretty lively now, but I scroll through old photos, and it's like an explosion of color.
Or maybe I just need to pull another: live to make my photo gallery more nice to look at. I have been doing things. I just always forget to take pictures, which can make me forget that I haven't just been staring at schoolwork all month.
I enjoyed this month. I lived by the rule of: my camera roll is just a bunch of work schedules and spreadsheets. How do I fix this?
Then I planned a bunch of fun shit to go do with friends. Now, my camera roll is full of smiling faces, pumpkins, and art.
Look at your camera roll and see what you can do or plan to make it more colorful and joyous to reflect upon.
I get so excited at the idea of what my future readers will find out when they analyze my works to gain a better understanding of my psyche :3
Like damn Crypt. That's a lot of dead or absent sibling motifs mixed with characters going through some kind of identity crisis (often paired with them experiencing a disconnect from reality).
Yeah, reader. It's my brand.
I love my job. I work with kids from 6 months old to 13. The vibes are insane.
I love when kids come in and they're just as much of a nerd as I was at their age. Then they mention something like Undertale and freak out when I know what it is.
Kid. Not only did I live in that house, I helped fucking build it.
I put on old Minecraft parodies, and they lose their minds. Introduced a kid to CaptainSparklez a while back, that's special.
I'm out here showing them how to defeat the Ender Dragon and Asgore while also keeping another kid from beating up his friend. Shit is crazy.
It gets a little colder, and suddenly, I can see everything, I can smell everything. I can feel the wind trying to get me to come back to it. It practically screams for me to run and to keep running until I feel how I used to. I think winter grieves me. It dug a hole in the backyard that I never chose to lay down in, and now it has to watch as I try to comprehend what it knows I can't. I don't look how I'm supposed to anymore, I've changed, and it doesn't know what to do with me anymore.
Babeee, babe wake upppp. It's cold outside we gotta go stand ominously in a foggy morning field babeeee
You know, after realizing I'm a wolf, the deep yearning every winter to be running through snowy wilderness with only my paws to limit how far I go suddenly makes a lot more sense.
"I got that dog in me" I say as a tiny dog presses buttons in my brain by violently wagging it's tail.
If I just keep acting delusional and telling myself that shits going great then I've convinced myself it's going to get better. I'm kinda just yapping at the wind here. Freeballing to an insane degree.
I miss my pack. We saw eachother just last weekend but I miss them. I wanna sleep in a dog pile and rough house and make noise with them. This sucks.
How the hell am I supposed to explain to people that when I imagine my dog form it's just some of the dogs from fucking Chernobyl TwT