My eczema has been like RIDICULOUSLY bad recently so i drew this to cope
My arms fucking hurt man🤣🤣✌️
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My eczema has been like RIDICULOUSLY bad recently so i drew this to cope
My arms fucking hurt man🤣🤣✌️
Would they fuck?
Yeah
Nah
Don't know
They're my weird shitty ships, I'm sorry 💔
Maybe better… ? Maybe, here’s just another pitou fanart.. choose
I swear people saying caffeine wakes them up is a myth...or I am just weird. I drank so much fucking caffeine today and I still wanna sleep. I remember one time I had a lot of coffee, and like five energy drinks, then took a nap for a few hours after and was absolutely fine?? I haven't figured out what wakes me up and I don't think I ever will lol
Childhood Bedroom:
The sunlight's pouring through the window Blue on the walls, pink clothes on the floor I always write about colours and light I don't know what else to call 'pretty' There's so much beauty in old scrawled sketches, Notebooks with fingerprints, old pages shoved in drawers, Torn posters; a life loved until it's worn out. I reject clean lines. To be untidy is to offer yourself to beauty. Ink bleeds in rainbows, you know that from science class So what if it stains your fingers? Now you wear it The beauty is on you forever. And I may not know A lot of things- what colour to wear tomorrow, What I'll cook for dinner. Where I will live when I outgrow A childhood town with rope swings and broken fences. What life will be like for me when I succeed. What life will wait for me when I fail. I do know the way sunlight falls on the wall in my bedroom. I know there are clothes neon colours on the floor. I know comfort in this place, my boyhood of scraped knees And girlhood of secret plotting in scribbles in margins. I know home is a sentiment, it's tears in every corner Not knowing the date, not knowing the fear anymore. But I'll smile when I close the door. I'll shake my head at the rattle of the handle. Childhood teaches you what you can withstand. It blurs your borders, and you end up forgetting Just where the memories end and you get to begin.
your future surgeon is currently avoiding studying for their med exam tomorrow ♡︎
Everything needs to be right, but that’s not possible, so I can’t do anything.