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Vincent van Gogh - The Courtyard of the Hospital at Arles (1889)

I need to (remembers to not make casual suicide jokes in order to encourage a more outwardly positive mindset and healthy conversational environment in my day to day life) kill myself

adhd will have you fighting for your life to do beloved hobbies that bring you nothing but joy

just went to the doctor turns out I'm unusual and perverse :(

i support women's neutrals. i support when women just stand there and do nothing

clocking in for another day at the i dont wanna factory

boom boom boom boom i want you in my loom knit you into a sweater then sew it up forever

relationships and jobs are temporary. your shitty unpopular tumblr blog is forever

Lighthouse illustration for a ttrpg book I'm working on.

rebirth

It’s after one a.m. when the light, bubbly excitement in his stomach sours, fear creeping in. Buck’s next breath sticks in his chest, his heart races, his fingers start tingling, and it’s so much like what kissing Tommy did to him, but for all the wrong reasons this time. His phone screen is suddenly too bright in the darkness, his search history a towering mess of questions, and Reddit threads, and quizzes he clicked into then out of before he could finish taking them.

The problem, he thinks, is that it felt so right. Tommy tilted his chin up and pressed their lips together and it felt like—himself, for the first time in… forever, maybe. Buck doesn’t know what he’s meant to do with that. Go out on Saturday night, maybe (hopefully) kiss Tommy again (and again and again and again), but then… But then?

He wants to call Eddie because he always wants to call Eddie. He wants to blurt out all the things he kept under his tongue when he apologised earlier. He wants to hear Eddie say his name, soft and warm and knowing, because if anyone can make him feel seen and heard and at home in his own skin, it’s Eddie. He wants so hard it’s almost painful.

But it’s the middle of the night, he can’t call Eddie.

babygirl you look like an absolute angel tonight (there is a streetlight behind you and i have astigmatism)

Lemon shark 🍋🦈

being sensitive is embarrassing, ohhh your tone was different than usual well i'm gonna go jump in front of a trolley now bye

wait you can kiss a guy without going to superhell?

”great” britain? actually I find it quite mid

ok i have a plan (gets distracted) (gets distracted) (gets distracted) (gets distracted) (get distracted) (gets d