whenever i draw something for a friend i feel oh so mischevious

why the hell do i have impostor syndrome when elon musk exists. i’m fucking great at my job actually

No one ever talks about how hard it is to trust yourself if you’ve been through trauma or are mentally ill. Not trusting others is a common assumption but what about not trusting your own mind. Not knowing which thoughts to believe. Not trusting that you will be able to go somewhere and not have a panic attack or ptsd episode or be triggered in general. Not trusting your actions because they’ve always been critiqued etc. Not trusting yourself is a new kind of hell that no one should have to experience.

soundtrack of my life

whenever my art gets 5+ notes:

When it hits 10 notes: 

saerdha

When the writers start foreshadowing the death of a member of your otp

when you see all the flaws in your drawing AFTER you post it

If you think I won’t look at every single reblog and read the tags and comments then buddy you vastly underestimate my desire for validation and attention

I have to remind myself that the curse words I seem to accumulate from tumblr aren’t exactly the things to be saying out loud because today I was making some lil old lady’s latte and i dropped her cup and it was really hot and it splashed on my leg and I immediately went “suck my entire asshole” and that poor elderly woman gave me the most horrified look I have seen a human being give me