The problem with having OCs is that sometimes you wanna read about your little guy being in situations but unfortunately he is YOUR little guy and no one is gonna put him in that situation but you. Tragic.

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The problem with having OCs is that sometimes you wanna read about your little guy being in situations but unfortunately he is YOUR little guy and no one is gonna put him in that situation but you. Tragic.
book dedications are so tender here is this piece of art i made for an audience of thousands. but really every word is for you
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Tbh I was in a great mood before this. So fucking sick of adhd symptoms being treated as a moral failing on my part, as if I’m lazy and don’t care about the things I forget.
I’m not lazy.
I care.
And honestly, my ex genuinely couldn’t last a day in my shoes. So fuck it bro, we ball. Classic EDM and a rockstar (new limeade flavor is straight fire) and I’m just gonna compartmentalize and handle work shit.
Legitimately tired of being blamed for everything. Fucking exhausted. And I know it’s only until October when the lease is up but Jfc I’m so tired. Trying to keep my head up but damn bro
One thing that has made me a much more well-adjusted person is a clip I once saw of Hank Green saying that anyone can be in amazing shape as long as being in amazing shape is one of their top three priorities.
(This is obviously a generalization that isn't true for everyone. But it is true for most people and I'm proceeding from there.)
This "top three priorities" framing has genuinely reduced my tendency toward jealousy and self-comparison a lot. Now when I feel envious of someone’s spotless, aesthetic home, I think to myself, “Having a spotless, aesthetic home is probably one of their top three priorities. It’s definitely not one of mine, so I shouldn’t expect my home to look like that.”
Or when I see an influencer with a body that takes a ton of work to maintain: “Maintaining that body is obviously one of her top three priorities, because it’s her livelihood. My livelihood is my brain, so I’m never going to prioritize my body like that.”
It also helps me to identify areas that I actually DO want to prioritize more. I realized in recent years that my envy for my friends who prioritized writing more than I did was NOT going away, so I started to prioritize writing more. (Not top three, but higher priority than it has been in the past.)
I love doing notes for therapist-posting on tumblr because I get tags like this.
merry crisis
I am Sisyphus, pushing my boulder relentlessly, unendingly, aching every step. This boulder fucking sucks. I’m gonna put glitter on it.
Santa is on strike due to global warming. All presents this year will be delivered by Sasha the Christmas Tiger. Milk and cookies may not be sufficient.
“MUST BRING PRESENTS TO GOOD CHILDREN”
“Yes good”
“AND EAT THE BAD ONES”
“Wait no”
“EAT THEM”
“sasha no”
@burstofhope the Christmas tiger is watching
She is making a list
It is not easy with her paws but she is making it
shes almost here
Okay fine this is the ONE Christmas thing I will reblog before Thanksgiving BUT THAT’S IT
SASHA’S BACK ON MY DASH!
Y’all better behave, you have two months
You better watch out
You better watch out
You better watch out
You better watch out
Sasha the Christmas tiger my absolute beloved
Ah, a splendid specimen of the Yule Cat.
Scientific name Felis navidad, of course.
Sasha’s back! :)
The finest of Christmas traditions,
You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout
Sasha claws is coming to town,
shit man tomorrow is christmas eve i swear yesterday was June 2010
As is tradition in tumblr culture the locals unearth the corpse of a long deceased figure and drag it across the streets merrily, laughing at what is preserved of the person’s words. This custom, seen as morbid in other cultures, is instead done gleefully and with an unmatched enthusiasm
alright I completely forgot I said that until I saw my notifications blow up so, happy drag the body Monday ig
I’m so fucking tired of being treated like an underling, and a poorly considered one, at that. I’m genuinely exhausted and I deserve so much better than this. To be alone would be better. To be carve-out-your-heart-lonely would be better. Let it be said and made true from here out, I will never allow this again.
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You will never fucking guess who’s being cruel again. Omg how did you know it was my (almost) ex wife. Calling adhd “weaponized incompetence” is just…. Wow. That’s IMPRESSIVELY cruel.
I’ve had such a rough couple of days. Hysteroscopy on Wednesday, fight with soon to be ex wife Thursday, fight again Friday, fight again today, but hey, the pathology report says the tissue sample is benign.
I’m walking on eggshells but it’s benign and thank fuck because that might have been the weight that broke the eggshells enough to pierce the soft skin. I used to have callouses, I could prance on eggshells all day, and then I left home.
I healed, and trusted, and opened my heart and now I’m worried that I’m beginning to miss the callouses.
She left me a year ago, happy birthday, on my birthday, and my birthday has come around again without any legal closure to the coffin holding our marriage. We still share a bedroom, a bed, when she’s home. She resents me. I’m starting to resent her. But the rent is too damn high and I have so little energy to spend, maybe I can drift apart gently, like we swore we’d do last year when she left me.
Happy birthday.
Another tattoo, another solemn promise to love myself inked into my skin and this time, I swear it’ll take and I’ll remember and won’t cry over a woman who resents me.
I like to lie to myself like that.
It makes a good narrative.
This time I’ll change, this time I’ll remember, but it’s too late for me, I healed and I remembered that to allow others to know us and to know them in return is to be loved.
I’ll cry about this again.
And then I’ll cry again.
And over and over because the thing about healing it that it’s harder to rebreak the broken bone along the same fracture pattern.
The healing makes it stronger.
My heart is open.
The skin is soft.
The eggshells aren’t supposed to be on the floor.
I’m sweeping them up and putting them away where they belong to compost themselves into rich nutrients for more new growth.
I do that.
No one is coming to save me, I don’t need saving, I save myself.
Every day, I save myself.
I choose myself.
Happy birthday.
She hasn’t spoken to me since she left Saturday morning to spend the night with her girlfriend.
I think the echoes of my mother were ringing in her words.
I swear I heard the memory of her soft-harsh voice in every bitter phrase.
There is no way back. And now, today, in this moment, blessedly! I do not want one.
old enough to remember when smut was called ‘lemons’ but young enough that i had absolutely no business knowing that smut was called ‘lemons’ at the time
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per The Chart, this is a "Hell at the Bell":
-mixes the entire chart together- mwystery drink yip!