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bear and bird are friends

sometimes this’ll get a burst of notes and that is strange. it’s nice, too, but it’s strange. i wrote and drew this at three am on a school night, right on the precipice of leaving high school, fearing change and fearing growth, because they were not things that had ever been kind to me. i decided, instead of panicking, i’ll draw a bear. and then, instead of trying to make the bear look perfect, i’ll draw a bird.

and it’s three am on a school night, yeah, so i’m looking out my window at the sky, and i’m thinking, i am so used to not wanting to be alive. but i did want to be alive, right then, and so i thought, why is that? when and how did i get to that point?

so i wrote it down, and i posted it, because my therapist told me that i should share more of my work, even if i think its points are hackneyed and its details are messy. and then, people liked it. which is so fucking weird. and kind. and good. and fucking weird.

basically: thank you for liking this. i’ve grown and i am growing, and i am not so scared anymore. i want to draw more birds and bears, someday. i hope you’ll like them, too.

shopivoryella

*casually poses for picture*

itlldoagain

Perfect camouflage. Alaskan state bird Willow Ptarmigan (Lagopus lagopus) blending in with winter landscape. Photo: Anthony Madden.

tulipsocks

Lieutenant Blouse, leading the Monstrous Regiment into battle: let’s go lesbians let’s go LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO here we go lesbians..ROUNDING THE CORNER WITH A BUNCH OF LESBIANS HERE WE ARE CAN YOU HANDLE IT?!

tanoraqui

bold of you to presume that Lieutenant Blouse has any idea that his regiment comprises entirely of lesbians

gregorvorbarra

#discworld#lieutenant blouse has been given a thoroughly incorrect definition of ‘lesbian’ by a lesbian he overheard refer to herself as such#but who really didn’t want to have that conversation with him#i vote tonker (who will have initially done so out of panic but then gleefully made the most of it)#in fact i’m pretty sure tonker has told him it’s a slang term meaning ‘patriot’#that strikes me as a tonker thing to do#queue (via @kelasparmak)

whitepeopletwitter

Spooky

justhere4coffee

When people call you a “snowflake” just remember they’re quoting Fight Club, a satire written by a gay man about how male fragility causes men to destroy themselves, resent society, and become radicalized, and that Tyler Durden isn’t the hero but a personification of the main character’s mental illness, and that his “snowflake” speech is a dig at how fascists use dehumanizing language to breed loyalty from insecure people.

So basically people who say “snowflake” as an insult are quoting a domestic terrorist who blows up skyscrapers because he’s insecure about how good he is in bed.

bazptich

that’s valid laura

viralfrog

Guy wanted me to make him a queen-size blanket.

succubusboyfriend

if you’re offline or away and i message you something (like a link to a meme or a picture or w/e) honestly just assume that i’m just leaving it there for when you get back and not expecting you to answer straight away. i don’t need you to respond with “hey, sorry, i wasn’t at the computer!” or anything. i was leaving u a gift for later.

slightmayhem

This also applies if you’re online and just don’t want to or have the energy to deal with humans in the moment. Just because we have the ability to reply in real time does not mean we have the obligation.

c3rvida3

It is with a heavy heart that I am forced to announce that I must disassemble my lawn chunks.

c3rvida3

Yes, my critically tolerated yard sculpture “Lawn Chunks”, after having received glowing reviews such as: “Is that just like a whole ass fucking tree or what?”; “How’d you fit that in the Buick?”; and, “Patsy Ann, please stop putting chunks everywhere, it looks like a mummified octopus,” is unfortunately no more, as my dad wishes to “not have to look at this thing every goddamn day”.

As I cannot reasonably fit “Lawn Chunks” into the new apartment, her skeletal bits shall be removed and made into like maybe a jewelry stand or something, and this big ass piece of wood will be respectfully thrown over the guard rail, where hopefully my dad will not see it and yell and yell and yell because I lied and said I would not throw it over the guard rail. There are train tracks down there, and while I do not think I can throw that hard, I bet it would look incredibly sick if this thing got hit by a train.

RIP.

c3rvida3

Stereotypes like this are the exact reason my chunks are being unjustly terminated, and I hope you have trouble sleeping at night knowing that Lawn Chunk’s innocent splinters are on your hands.

c3rvida3

I call this one “Hmm This is a Pretty Fucked Up Thing to Find in the Woods and It’s Absolutely Haunted But Residual Catholic Guilt Prevents Me From Throwing It Away So I Guess It’s in a Tree Now”:

And this is a little installation known as: “I Took This Behind the Garage to Fix It and Forgot About It For Like a Whole Three Months and I Think There’s Ticks in It Now Which Isn’t Great Probably”.

I’m really just out here living my life like a cryptic swamp hag in a low budget backwoods slasher flick, and I mean, it’s fine, it’s sexy, but also I’m very concerned as to how exactly I’m going to survive in an apartment.