every day im mad as hell that i dont have infinite time in the day and am not physically able to draw for 200 hours straight no breaks and dont know every hobby and cant just spend the rest of time drawing and getting into every creative hobby and learn everything and get infinite money from the government
ignore my subpar editing skills. i felt like this was a necessary edition. they are transmasc transfem solidarity
this feels like a tip of the iceberg of an absolutely batshit rabbit hole kind of situation
You know, my dad often says that he doesn’t have social media accounts because he doesn’t wanna get caught in a bubble. He often uses the example of people that are into quilting. That if you really want to you could make your entire world quilting and never see anything unrelated to that.
I think what he doesn’t understand though is the extent to which these bubbles eat themselves alive to the point where the quilting circle eventually turns into a forum that discusses the health benefits of eating uranium.
Or whatever this is.
Anyways, remember to have someone in your life who isn’t super online so they can ask you what the fuck you’re talking about when you bring up your equivalent of the hormone pants.
step 1. we genetically engineer octopuses to have 50 year lifespans
step 2. we teach the octopi human lannguage
step 3. the octopodes discover anthropogenic climate change and decide to kill us all
I respect the attempt to avoid Octopus Plural Discourse by using a different option each time
AIDS Memorial Quilt block by David Brown for twenty friends and loved ones lost to AIDS, block no. 3249.
First: Beginning of David Brown's submission letter for the quilt block Second: The quilt block itself Third: Brown's draft for the quilt text Fourth: Conclusion to David's submission letter.
characters will literally get a headache or nosebleed out of nowhere and be like "huh. weird. well it's probably nothing." girl, look around you. you're in a story. it's relevant to the plot.
the fact Nora had a matching tattoo for all my boys and she chickened out at the last minute … I'm actually never moving on from this. 💔
