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carnivaldisk

It would not upload to youtube, but here is the recording of 2D’s radio show

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1EK_P1FNmtIZt5w1m67llFrI-IwnJL4U4?usp=sharing

z33nz33n

#gorillaz #these r so cuuuuute #ahh

iraprince

hey! i’m kicking off the #ADHDInvasion hashtag for adhd awareness month with a comic about CONSEQUENCES, and how my lifelong failure to react to them has been a huge source of frustration for me and for the ppl in my life who rely on me. even worse, it makes me seem apathetic or careless to others, when in reality it weighs really heavily on me - i just struggle to show it.

the best way i’ve found to deal with this is accepting that shame-based motivation DOES NOT WORK AT ALL for me (which is hard to do, when it’s all that’s been modeled for you by parents/educators/bosses) and try to replace fear/shame based consequences with positive outcomes: i.e. instead of “everyone will be so disappointed in me if i don’t do this,” sometimes it’s more helpful to think “if i do this on time, i’ll feel so relieved, and everyone will be happy that i pulled through.”

check out the roster here and make sure you don’t miss the comics from all the other artists participating!

#ahh I saw this on Twitter & felt so seen #I’ve never known how to word this #like I’m supposed to be writing my thesis #but I haven’t really done shit #instead I’m back on tumblr lol #oops #adhd #adhdinvasion

gin-juice-tonic

triumphant return from prison

gorillaz-art

#gorillaz #they look good here :’)

cryptidsloth

Oh to have Sir Elton John call you dear and be invited over to have pastries with his husband

#I love how these artists interact w the band #icons all of them #:’)#gorillaz #2d #Elton John

ultra-art-blog

murdoc swears he hasn’t been crying for three hours straight

#murdoc #SAD #but good :’)#russel #gorillaz

inkskinned

take me out into the back yard and shoot me i’m not kidding but i am kidding but if you have the gun i have two whiskeys in me and i hate how when you look at me it goes straight through to the other side of the building but i’m kidding because people have sensibilities about this kind of thing and we’re too comfortable laughing but i’m not kidding and this is a cry for help but that’s too much so i’m just jk everybody lighten up it’s just that i smell like a grave so much and you like the way dirt tastes and we’re both dancing around asking the other person if they carry too much weight but nobody wants a party where everybody’s hiding pain so yeah i’m not joking i’m dying and if you need someone i’m here and i want you to stay but on the other hand my mom is watching so yeah i’m good is what i’m saying.

JK // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

wordsnquotes

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but ‘Mom’s’ probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

Kalyn RoseAnne (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

#this made me cry #poem

wont-time-love-us

So modern love is constant communication. your grandma looks at you from over the table where your phone is underneath and says “you’re always texting that boy” and you nod and say yes yes I’m sorry and you put away the phone but when you hear the text tone your heart beats with it. modern love is call me when you get home so I know you’re safe. it’s phone calls stretching hundreds of miles where it’s 2am in one place and 3 pm in the other but maybe it’s like you’re in the same room because his voice in your ear sends butterflies to your stomach and you’re so in this for the long run. modern love is instagram posts with the caption “found my happiness and it’s him” and everyone laughs at the corniness of it all but wishes for love that picture perfect. modern love is a dozen heart emojis and a “good morning beautiful” every day like clockwork. so modern love isn’t like old love. it doesn’t make it not love. it just makes it something new.