i don’t know what i’m doing
So, this started as something that I was writing mainly for the sake of getting it out of my head, but I thought it deserved to be in visual form, and it turned into this comic type thing (waaay longer than I expected it to be, too). Clearly it’s intensely personal and different from anything I usually make or post, but I wanted to get it out there. It’s my own experience, of course, but I wrote in in plural form for a good reason: this could be anyone.
{EDIT: no one needs that long wine-induced rant, just know it was about how society is bullshit, etc]
Don’t wait for someone else to tell you that you’re beautiful to believe it. Fucking tell yourself. Do things because you want to, wear makeup if it makes you happy, wear whatever the fuck you want simply because you want to, indulge, and destroy anyone who tells you otherwise.
scribbles Pale boyfriends to get rid of sadness
UGHUGHhguhghusfdhj
kees
“…John? JOHN! I HAVE FINALLY FOUND YOUUU!”
the irony is that john’s now the one on the building
So I needed a way to alert the class that I was going to be showing graphic pictures of genitals on my presentation so I decided that putting this on the slide before would work
I want this on a shirt.
Press play and enjoy fuckers.
holy
At first I’m just like “it’s fucking clapping, I don’t ca-” and then he began to sing and I took in such a deep breath my uncle had to make sure I was ok.
I like this a lot.
You always see things like the witch’s daughter. This is more interesting to me, since it’s rarely done!
i went grocery shopping today
then when i got home i realized that i don’t have a fridge
or a ceiling
and there’s still a hole in the wood floor from where i buried my uncle after i murdered him and then he came back to life
I can go from
little house on prairie girl
To
Captain on the high seas
In 10 seconds or you get your gender roles free.
omg
