Yet Improving

Having your main anxiety response be Avoidance is crazy cause you'll think you're chillin and then one day you're like waitttt I've been paralyzed with fear this whole time. Damn

Was anybody else playing dead the whole time they were teenagers or is that just a me problem. Like I'm 20 now and I'm like Oh shit I didn't do anything. Because I'm scared

The problem w writing fiction is that you'll be like tee-hee I'm going to write a story about a fucked up little scenario that's got nothing to do with anything in real life, just some pure messed up nonsense, and then you finish it and take a step back and go aw rats I made a metaphor again

microdosing on catharsis by watching a fictional character or persona i relate to have an emotional breakdown until my chest starts to ache from the amount i've repressed

actually me fr

*adds one frame to the animatic* my job is done for the day

leaks are gonna be dropping soon… if you send me something about the last mha chapter before sunday, I’m blocking you and mailing 1000 mosquitoes to your front door

rewatching a show isn't enough I need to sit down & watch it with someone who's never seen it before

And have them enjoy it and ask questions about it

Me, watching the will-they-won’t-they between Nate and Sophie: “I mean, yeah, sure, I guess this is fine.”

Me, watching whatever the frick is going on between Hardison and Parker: 👀👀👀👀👀👀

I would still use my turn signals in the Mad Max Wasteland. They'd call me "Signal" because I'd hit my blinker before ramming the enemy hot rods into the side of a desert ravine. I'd use my turn signal every time. They would respect me for this.

who am i if not a guy who wears the same stupid little necklace. All the time.

im so so sorry to every artist who's art ive ever reblogged without gushing in the tags. you deserve it im just so tired. ill do better i promise

Me: I hate gossip

Also me:

i hear a good lyric and start mentally holding up blorbos like im in the home depot paint aisle comparing swatches

the narrative: *starts the third act by repeating a scene from the first act but now it has a totally different context*

me: ohoHOhohoHOHOhoHO