#and I can't anymore

[thats-cantorintuitive]

I'm at a point where I don't have it in me to fight anymore. I can't do this anymore all this needs to stop. I'm tired

[xoxo-aanya]

ranting cause I've no one who could possibly understand me.

I'm sick and tired of high school (11th and 12th). It's horrible and agonising and I want to jump. It's making me hate school, and this is coming from someone who once fought with her parents to let her go to school instead of vacation (yeah!).

As a person who has always been the top of her class, and barely studied, the marks I've been getting the past two years is diabolical. I don't know how this downfall began, but ever since the end of 10th grade, I don't feel like life is worth it.

I put ten times the effort in studying, my social life is crap, I write tons of exams and test, and even then I don't get marks. And it hurts, because both my teachers and I know that I understand the concept. I'm one of the first to answer anything in the class, but the minute I write an exam, it's like the marks I get are not mine. Which is funny, because if you ask me how the exam went, I would say that it was pretty good. Because I know the concept, I know the answers, I know everything. But it feels like once it goes to the teacher, someone switches my paper. As if it had not been written by me. And I just can't do this anymore.

College is next, and I'm passing, but I've never been a student who has been content with anything less than an A. But right now, it feels like I would sacrifice my soul for that A.

I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I've done everything. I'm not a person with exam anxiety; contrary to that, I love exams. They've always been a morale booster or ego, if you will. But not now, not anymore.

And the worst thing is that my parents don't get it. They know that I am putting in the effort, but after so long of looking at the good marks, they're not able to accept the bad. And it makes me feel guilty, and I shouldn't. Because I fucking tried, I studied, I put in the god damn effort.

But at the end of the day.

I'm a failure.

A disappointment.

And I don't know how to stop trying. But I know that I'm burning out. And sooner or later, I'm going to erupt, and unlike a phoenix, this time there won't be a rejuvination.

[mooseymi]

An assortment of unsorted Dennis Fentanyl doodles from across the months or something, idk. What is time.

[stealingpotatoes]

thinking abt the skywalkers apart au again <3

(commission info // tip jar!)

[neostellarjpg]

i like ralsei hes so regular and nothings going on with him

[sketchytea]

day 1 of @datvcompanionweeks #davrinweek2025 - shepherd

a baby davrin taking his halla herding duties very very seriously

[milkivikk]

sometimes i just let myself indulge, lately it's been these pookies and the ships just cycle every day

[millidew]

his change in career has captivated me

bonus:

[writeouswriter]

[petricorah]

continuing my trend of drawing sleeping zuko for my birthday [ids in alt]

bonus sketches below the cut bc i thought they were funny--

[doodles-by-noodles]

No Surprises.

This is my final fit / My final bellyache with- /No alarms and no surprises / No alarms and no surprises / No alarms and no surprises ... please

Local lyric comic artist makes another lyric comic after years of silence.

Honestly, I don't know how to talk about this comic. I drafted it in 2020 when I still enjoyed Radiohead and was in the throes of my Danganronpa obsession. I picked up working on it again in October last year and have been chipping away at it ever since, just finishing it this past weekend.

It's surreal to see this finished, and I'm really proud of it. This song felt very fitting lyrically, and I had a lot of fun depicting ch 5.

Anyways back to the pit with me 💙

[theladyeowyn]

Hadestown // Severance, 2x03 “Who Is Alive?”

[ellstersmash]

things i learned today:

solas could've avoided this whole mess and probably had enough free time to take lavellan on a nice little date if he just took up archdemon hunting instead of all the rituals and the other dastardly deeds

lucanis won't romance rook if they go to minrathous but will romance neve because despite saying he's cool, he's not cool

everyone's nice and no one has slaves or anything because *checks forearm* the blight

all your companions get along with you and each other because also the blight

even though he's like, really manipulative and uses people all the time, solas accumulated but then gave up an entire army's worth of spies and agents because he decided he wasn't ready for a management position

red lyrium isn't really around because—and you are not gonna believe this—the blight

solas just lies. all the time, outright, to everyone. so I guess he was actually only super careful to not ever actively lie in Inquisition as like a fun little challenge to himself

tying the veil to his life force (you know, the guy who couldn't even take down an archdemon on his own and actually just got his ass beat so is not in great shape in the best ending) fully repaired the veil! \o/ don't ask how you wouldn't understand it it's not a big—

everyone near minrathous is cured of the blight! but @ everyone else you may be entitled to compensation 🥀

the only ritual solas has ever gotten or will ever get right is cleansing the idol into the ritual dagger. good thing too bc it was way more dangerous than this one. other than that, wrong about everything ever

elven magic is like not that big a deal, dude

the griffons are, unfortunately, long-term fucked

the elves don't see the crossroads differently anymore because uh.. because....... war

spite does not get involved in rookanis sexytimes. so perhaps him spreading his wings was actually just in preparation to leave bc ew they're kissing gross

NO ONE cares about the goddamn spirits

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[cabbagege]

It's always one of them

[epiaphany]

look at him. look how excited he is. to tell eddie that he's going to be renting his house. that he has been freddie fakeman this whole time. he planned this whole thing. just for him. and for christopher. i am going to be sick