self-preservation is a form of revolution

my favorite part about the Moon is she’s there for me even when I’m not there for me

if you ever want to love an idiot you know where to find me

wish I was a teddy bear wearing a raincoat or some shit what the fuck

*new yorker voice* ey! im spiralling here!

*new yorker voice* im fallin apart! badabing badaboom!

as a kid, i never really understood azula’s mental descent towards the end but rewatching as an adult gave me the perspective to feel terrible for this actual child who never received the genuine love and acceptance that she needed. somehow i grew to really relate to her, so i wanted to pay homage to a mentally healthy fire lord azula that never came to be

self care is breaking into nasa and launching yourself directly into the Fucking void

i hate making tea cuz i feel bad for throwing out the teabag. i’m always like i should eat this

anyways, we’ll make it through ladies, like always

let's give hozier a bow & arrow and see what he's capable of

on all levels except physical I am at the bottom of a swimming pool

Humans were made to art and laugh not capitalism and cry

heyy i’ve never opened up commissions before but i’m hoping to do my part with how things are at the moment. dm me a screenshot of your donations to any of the below and i’ll be happy to draw a request! (headshot b&w/ flat colour/ shaded colour corresponding to the amount or more)

i’m open to OC requests as well, and i will send it to you once it’s complete! i’m doing this during my spare time as i have my uni finals so i’m sorry in advance if i’m a bit slow (also i may reject your request if i’m not comfortable with it)  thank you for reading, and if you’re unable to financially support i would really appreciate a reblog too :) stay safe and well everyone!!

physically i’m here but mentally i’m floating face down in a river

me, a legal adult: when i grow up,

Look I know sirens are “bad” but if a pretty lady with a lovely voice is calling me into the ocean, I will do what she says.

someone: everything happens for a reason!

me, traumatised: what was the reason? what was the reason?????

That strange feeling of longing when you are at a train station, in a 24/7 open market, when you are buying a coke from a vending machine, watching the city lights glow from your window, when you're walking aimlessly on a busy street after 5 pm, that feeling as if something is missing in your life and it will never come back although it was never there in the first place; that inexplicable urban sadness.