Every once in a while I look up my old friends and I find another irrelevant-ass Twitter or Tumblr account that TeniCola/Teninini has blocked me on.
Motherfucker, I don’t care about you.
In fact, I loathe your existence.
You ended our friendship after I expressed fear in being isolated from our friend group, invalidated and demonized my feelings of loneliness, and claimed that you understand how things work better than me just because you’re a fucking psychology major.
Your art is yawn-worthy and hasn’t improved in over 6 years despite your style and technique clearly needing it.
Your webcomic literally has a fucking canon incestuous relationship (which you ship HEAVILY), and you somehow paint ME as the enemy for pointing that shit out to people because you’re too much of a gross coward to label your work yourself for transparency.
You are one of the most entitled little shits I’ve ever met online, and it’s cute that you think you’re so talented that I’d be constantly checking your every profile to see what’s going on with your sad little creative endeavors.












