#95 days

[floridaboiler]

95 Days until Christmas

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 95

[thisischeri]

instagram: cheri.png

[daily-odile]

very simple odile in hyperrealistic jordans

[werewolfaday]

day 95

[shourtyneysnick]

missing nick and charlie hours

[newgroundstier]

strange old men collection

[zxmbigirlfriend]

stuilly week day 1- au

i will take literally any excuse to draw gross evil lesbians. if only i could draw them the whole week💔💔

[daily-bipper-brainrot]

[dailykaeyas]

[kale-exe]

Thinking of You

[tentacleteapot]

I feel like I can't go five minutes on YouTube without seeing a video named something like "this analog horror series is the SCARIEST SERIES IN THE UNIVERSE" and the thumbnail always looks exactly like this

[chipped-chimera]

Little Hunter.

[daily-odile]

she sits in a chair

chair

[accio-victuuri]

source: 三更的那个枝

[essektheylyss]

Look, I don't mean to be a broken record but my God, do you understand how much Essek's arc means to me?

Have you ever been so certain that there was one thing alone that you were meant to do, and you were encouraged to do it, and you put in the time and effort to learn and feel confident in it even beyond whatever measure of talent you'd started with, and then realized that no matter what your parents and your teachers said, the circumstances of the world were not going to let you do that? Have you ever had to leave the one place that had the resources and means to do that thing because those circumstances had become untenable and if you stayed you were going to be crushed under the weight of them? Have you spent years reckoning with the fact that you are so foundationally unsatisfied with anything else but you are not going to have this in the form you thought you'd have it, if at all, and instead had to force your way through appreciating the little things you do have—your partner and friends, who might not be there everyday but are there enough; what small work you can do, even if it's not exactly what you want to do, but it helps someone; the fact that there is a garden that you can tend to and cats to pet—and hope that those small things can amount to enough that the void that lives in you feels small enough to ignore? Have you found yourself surprised to realize that, while that will never quell it entirely, you can have that thing in piecemeal sometimes and maybe one day you'll have it again, and in the meantime somehow, miraculously, the rest is enough?

Like, do you get it? Does anyone hear me?