guy at the bar saw me drawing and we got to talking and i asked him if he drew or painted and he said his art is playing baseball and i unironically love that. fuck yea dude. there is art in everything we do. go paint with your bat.
Once a year, I will have this weird, profound sadness of wanting my mom. She breathes but I have long ago mourned her and the woman who would let me crawl under shirt and hold me close to her was left in Texas before I knew my times tables.
Teenage Olive would be reeling from the idea that one person they’re dating is watching Steven Universe for them and one person they’re dating would POSSIBLY read Homestuck with them
Took my adhd meds for the first time in a couple days and I’m stuck on the potty and stuck wanting to tweet everything I’ve thought for the last four weeks. Must resist