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@mallowbeasts
Hi we're Matthew and this is our blog for when our main dash gets overwhelming, or we are just on our phone instead of PC, hello! :D o/
This is a system run blog, so if you want a specific member's own blogs they can be found below.
Friends and mutuals can send us asks! [wild cheering]
Asks tag is #mallows letterbox
Art tag is #scribbletthews
General talk tag is #matthews chatter
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highway riso
Greg Johnson on Unsplash
"unbecoming" is such a great word. bro that shit was so rude you no longer Are
It lives in the arcade and leaves sticky little footprints on the linoleum. Naming it Gumble
Serene...
Fish merchant
in the presence of absence (20×16 inch acrylic painting with googly eyes, beads, buttons, and embroidery thread)
people are like you just need to apply to 10 jobs a day meanwhile each of the jobs want you to write them 1500 words of uniquely tailored sycophancy & then manually input your cv into their custom application form 3 different times
good evening! there’s no such thing as voluntary inpatient hospitalization in the united states because even if you walk in and admit yourself you still cannot leave on your own accord. you cannot revoke your consent to being there
I've got a crush on you 💘
patreon // buy prints here
Love character relationships that can only be described as "whatever the fuck these two have going on"
The best things in life are good food, good company, and media that's honestly maybe a six out of ten in terms of execution, but, like, the ideas have potential.
white ppl will steal every aesthetic from black culture and then call it something so stupid like bo derek braids instead of box braids or hasbin hotel core instead of black southern dandism. yall will bend over backwards to call my culture barbaric/scary just to drool over the aesthetic the moment no actual black people are involved (21 pilots vs actual reggae). And if ur white/nonblack reading this just reblog. I dont need any comments talking about how not racist you are + speaking up over actual black people.
you get used to it, but it's tiring, because they need you to understand your own life as a series of goalposts. what college are you going to, what's your major going to be, whatcha gonna do with that, oh where will you settle down, when can i expect grandkids.
for the longest time my goals have been so blurry that they track into each other, their undefined edges slipping quietly back into the soft night. today i want to be a writer; tomorrow i will want to be a doctor, later i will wish i took that law school free ride. how the fuck do people just know what they want to do with their life?
where do you want to be in five years? i want to be alive; which is a huge step for me. ten years ago i would have said i want to be asleep and meant i hope that i'm dead by then.
but i want a yellow kitchen and a stand mixer. i want a garden and a fruit tree (cherry, if i can make that happen) and a big yard for my dogs to play in. i want to come home and read poetry out loud to someone and have them close their eyes to listen. i want a summer watergun fight. i want to make snowmen. i want to be the house to go to for halloween. i want my life to settle around me in a softness, for it to lay down gently. if i am very, very, very lucky, i want to travel; finally go someplace overseas.
of course i don't know what i want to be doing professionally. what i actually want to be doing is curling up beside my dog, settling in to read. i want to be making myself a cup of good coffee.
i can't answer the other questions. whenever people asked me what do you want to be when you grow up, i used to say i hope i'm happy.
i hope i'm still kind, five years from now. i hope i never get jaded and mean. i hope i have stayed in therapy. what do you picture yourself doing? when will you actually be an adult about this? why are you so afraid of being ambitious?
am i not ambitious? the other day i rearranged my furniture which doesn't quite fit into my apartment. i watered my plants. i'm going to try to propagate a cherry seed. my five year goal is to spend more time laughing. to lie down in a patch of sunwarm moss. to relax for a minute. to close my eyes and think oh thank god. this is why i stayed. this is finally it.
it probably feels good as fuck to have the energy to live
"if you forgot then it obviously wasn't important to you" is an ableist thing to say and i'm tired of pretending it's not
I've forgotten *my own birthday* before. There are several years of my life just straight up missing. In the past I've forgotten silly little frivolous things like NAMES OF LOVED ONES or WHERE MY HOUSE IS. But obviously none of that was important. Fucking awful, ableist thing to say.
