if i ever stop posting on this blog just assume i failed my saw trap

one thing the human emotional range is lacking is the predator animal ability to stare at people while holding the limp, bloody corpse of your prey in your mouth

i have dysphoria for this

so i gave in

Back at it again with silly lil draw overs :3

Little Southern Wiwi + That one picture holding a fish when little that every southern person I’ve ever met has :>

+ teenage David.. the best I could figure out how to draw him

Tide Lambert send tweet

Freaky ass white boy….

I forget how much i love drawing over stupid posts like this it’s soajdhdhrbehhreh

Charlotte extra outfits I made earlier

ermmm art for an au I'm making cause I wanna post eddsworld

IM NOTMLA IMJ9RMAL IM NORMAL IM NORMAL IM NROLAM IM NORMAL 8M NORMAL

(me, my parents, my sister, and the baby are sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch)

baby, pointing at the light fixture over the table and signing "on": o.*

my sister: we actually can't turn that light on right now, because the lightbulb inside is burnt out! it needs a new one.

baby: ighbu.

sister: yes, lightbulb! granddaddy said after we eat he's going to climb up there on a ladder and change it, and then the light will come on!

baby: gadada! adda, uuu! ighbu o!

sister: exactly!

baby, signing "on" and pointing at the light and then my dad, with increasing urgency: GADADA ADDA UUUU. O.

my sister: we're going to finish eating first though, ok?

baby: nonono. O. gadada adda uuu.

[a split second goes by]

baby, pointing to himself: ba. adda uuu. ighbu.

me: you're going to climb the ladder and change the lightbulb yourself?

baby: dzyeah. *pointing to the buckle where he is buckled into the high chair* ububu.

me: unbuckle you? so you can change the lightbulb?

baby, highly businesslike: dzyeah.

*pronounced like "on" without the n

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My friend Dylan has the world's giddiest laugh. He literally laughs like HEHEH HIHIHI EHEHEH TEEHEE

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

I actually think about this so much you have no idea.

I mourn every friend that's gone off somewhere

I actually

think about this so much you

have no idea.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Girl, important question,

Guess who won the poll

This will be on my wall.

The suckening gameplay edition [ wolf among us + Vampire the Masquerade]

And also build him his mojo dojo casa house

Emizel stop manspreading

Honestly why would you hide this in the notes