The Hold They Have On Me…

oh how things change

he brings me so much joy. he’s like a little jester

all my organs are continuously exploding 24/7. every day when i get home i love nothing more than to pull all my eyelashes out as quickly as possible

This was the start

“starry night” this, “café terrace at night” that, when are we going to talk about “two rats” by vincent van gogh?

he bites people (and probably has rabies)

some images i made for my paper titled “How to create artwork in Microsoft Paint with greater skill than that of your 12-year-old self”

✧ NEW SHADOW GIRL EPIC FAIL Collection V2 ✧

added:

-Shadow getting absolutely obliteraded by a small kid

-spin spin spin

-now thats just bullying, he was just chilling ok.

i dont know if im cut out for the journalistic work of tracking some of these down and its probably not needed.

“In my youth,” reminisced the old man, scratching his beard thoughtfully, “I was quite the quirked up white boy. No one in the village could best me at busting it down sexual style.”

“And were you goated, sir?” the young boy queried.

“My dear boy, I most certainly was!” The old man chuckled, a merry twinkle in his eye. “With the sauce, I daresay.”

So this has been stuck in my head ever since I heard it three days ago.

Oh… so now every childhood hyper fixation is coming back.

This can't keep happening, I need that brain space 3: