#much better now

[awkwardbirdsdreaming]

Bird #50 - dino friend???

Just a little celebratory doodle today, because we've somehow reached 50 birds!? This is crazy to me; the longest art project I've done before this was 11 drawings spread over a single month. Much love to anyone who has ever reblogged or commented or interacted with this blog <3

Anyways, even though this friend isn't a particular species, here is a customary fun fact: One singular feather of the archaeopteryx (One of the covert feathers, covering the main flight feathers) had been analyzed for colour and was probably black. Other than that, we don't know anything about achaeopteryx colours!

[jakemyboy]

Here was the little soft cloud after he got groomed the other day. Doesn't he look pleased to be all clean and pretty? Of course when we got home he started digging under the air conditioning unit outside, laying his head flat in the dirt trying to see under it. He never does this. It's like washing your car and then it rains. 🙄

[mediasploshion]

molly, my beloved <3

[booksandcatslover]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[commaclear]

*comes into your room with a plate of apple slices*

hey there buddy, how's it going?

Oh y’know

I've got a killer IV bruise and an even worse medical bill haha

[divineandmajesticinone]

a shitty movie from the 90s is worth more than the shitty movies that are made today

[feelo-fick]

why are you still here, then????

[aur0raaura]

Yknow what- you're so right...

[hinamie]

spins him around trying to understand the pink mop he calls hair

[fruity-blogs]

GUYS.

GUYS.

I'M NOT DOING OKAY.

THEY REALLY CHANGED THE VINYL DISC INTRO TO EKKO AND POWDER. THIS IS THEIR "WHAT COULD'VE BEEN" 😭💔

[whompthatsucker1981]

i think that gay sex cats is the new duchamp's fountain

[inkskinned]

you want them to text back but that's anxious attachment isn't it. it's just that you can feel on the wind when you're not wanted anymore. when they've fallen out of love in any small part of their marrow. you have a hawk's eye for disharmony. you can tell when she has begun packing her things.

don't be annoying. you want to write: i have never experienced unconditional love as an explanation but isn't that pathetic. in adulthood all love is conditional and it should be. you've been to too much therapy. touch grass. how sappy can you be.

but they don't reach for your hand while they're driving. they forget to ask you how you're doing. the call times no longer read 12:34:19. they're 30 minutes and perfunctory before she says baby please, i'm tired. i need to go to sleep. where in her life do you fit. why is it that you never fit into anyone's life very long. oblong creature with so many needs, spilling up and out and over everything. it's a fucking shame the first time she said she loved you it was for your independence. and now look at you.

hollow pit in your stomach, body shaking. fuck, not again. you're not going to ruin another relationship like this, codependent and toxic, spiraling. and in the other half of your brain: if that's your wife, wouldn't she want to hear it? wouldn't it be fine? wouldn't she just comfort you and you can both move on and nobody dies?

but you're crowding her! read another instagram Positive Vibes Only type of post that talks about calming your heart and your brain and your body. try to sit in silence. the thing is that you do have a life outside of her, remember? go back to it.

great news, your parents fucked you up and now you have no idea how to deal with love. you just keep wanting to be chosen. to be real to someone, all the way through. real and kept. held closely. seen as precious to somebody. why even is that? didn't you always swear that people can and should complete themselves? why are you so constantly driven to beg for love, doglike and barking?

it's just the tiny things. it's just that you have to weigh every silence and sentence like bricks on an exposed belly. you have no idea how to shut it off. every alarm bell in your body saying: this isn't safe. start scrambling. she's already going.

[sqrkyclean]

being vulnerable for a second to use my pooltoy furry oc to convey what recovering from contamination ocd has been like while undergoing hrt.

[alurite-l]

Ok I’m online now

[chronicpaingirlie]

hey if something about your environment or body is bothering you right now & if you’re able to, please take a moment to adjust that thing. turn off the lights if theyre hurting your eyes, grab a pair of socks if you’re cold, move into a better position if you’re in an uncomfortable one.

it’s easy to get stuck in a “this isn’t good but I’ll survive” mindset, especially with executive dysfunction, but you deserve to feel more okay in the spaces & body you’re in.

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Bruce gets accosted by reporters and one of them asks "Is it true that you're in competition with Superman to win Batman's affections?" and he is so taken aback bc what the fuck are they even talking about? There are a million questions going through his head such as, since when was superman into batman? since when was this public knowledge? wtf did bruce say to imply that he was into batman as well? And he doesn't have an answer to any of these questions so he just smiles and says, "No, I'm not. The word competition implies that Superman has a chance, which he does not."

why did he say that? Bruce doesn't know, it just felt like that's how Bruce Wayne would've responded bc what's more Brucie than fighting with Superman for Batman's heart? anyway, upon reflection, this was maybe not the best response in terms of long term consequences, but he's committed to the bit now.

a week after all this goes down, news reporter Clark Kent is caught saying that Batman deserves better than Bruce Wayne, so is a third suitor putting his hat in the ring to win over batman?