Just Painted An Onion On A Cutting Board And I Think It’s The Peak Of My Artistic Career

In case anyone is having a bad night:

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*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

always trying to name my feelings

i hate people sometimes and not HATE HATE but love hate kinda hate. soft hate, not like i dont like u, but like im too tired to not like u so ill just let it be as it is. guess stuff happens and we keep moving in that cycle again and again and at this point i dont feel real me anymore, ive a lot of covers on now and i dont give a piece of me to people. been having a lot of events where my "heart beats fast as hell". "i cry", "feeling very very useless", "distant", "getting a closure". its okay now, i hope i turn into a decent adult, the kind of adult i want to be and i also feel like theres a time period of infinity between right now and what i want to become - the person, not about career.

p.s. my heart is beating fast as hell while im typing all this. more power to me!

freak

dont freak out because of the title.

im a disappointment. nothing i do is ever good. i hope i die when i am depressed again.

edit - 27th sept, 23 today. this post is gross. i dont ever wanna be this shit.

Living.

ik i shouldnt say that im "just" living but this is all i have to say rn. byeee

im more than living - im happy yes

*turns off the light*

my cat, who can still see perfectly, watching as I bump into a table: Ah, she has toggled the switch that controls whether she is stupid.

hehe

it aint turtles all the way down anymore. its bitches all the way down.

fucking crap, everyday, new shit. welcome to the shit show. where u learn to judge shit.

im gonna move out for college. no matter what.

Fata Morgana

a superior mirage caused by warm air resting on patches of colder air in an atmospheric duct that acts like a refracting lens. Objects on the horizon could appear to be mirrored, distorted, or float. This form of mirage could be the reason for the Flying Dutchman Legend.

genius. :)

google has many problems but it is willing to do the hard work of self-criticism

“I’m almost 50, and here is the best thing I have learned so far: every strange thing you’ve ever been into, every failed hobby or forgotten instrument, everything you have ever learned will come back to you, will serve you when you need it. No love, however brief, is wasted.” @louisethebaker on Twitter