*eating Disorder Recovery Montage Set To All Star By Smash Mouth*

In high school I had this like 7 hour long study playlist. It was like 99% lofi and instrumental stuff. But the VERY LAST song was “the rumbling” from attack on titan. Because I always listened to it on shuffle, and I liked the idea of future me being like 2 hours into writing an essay, jamming out to the stardew valley soundtrack, and then out of nowhere “RUMBLING, RUMBLING—“

So fun fact when I was a kid my mom decided I wasn’t active enough. So she bought me absurdly expensive running shoes I did not ask for, dragged me out in the below freezing east coast weather, and started me on this “couch potato to 5k” challenge.

Every day after school, we ran. First it was 5 minutes a day, then 7, then 10… you get the gist. I think after 2 months we were running about an hour every day. By the time I quit running when I was 10, my mom and I had run 3 5ks together over the span of a little over a year.

A little after stopped running, I noticed some pain in my right knee. It got a little bit worse, and a little bit worse, and a little bit worse… and then five years later, when it had gotten to the point where I couldn’t pay attention in geography class because I was in constant pain from having to sit all day, I finally went to the doctor.

They told me the cartilage under my kneecap was worn down from overuse. It’s called chondromalacia patellae—also known as “runners knee.”

The thing is: When we were in races, and I was overwhelmed, I told my mom I wanted to stop. I told her I was in pain and I needed to slow down. I told her I didn’t like running.

And you know what she said to me?

“Suck it up.”

And I’m not saying “don’t tell your kids to exercise.” Your kids SHOULD exercise—not because of any bullshit weight reason or anything, but because they’re kids, and it’s good for them. Good for their bones, or whatever.

And I’m not saying “don’t exercise WITH your kids” either, because again, they should be exercising a little. And if you being there helps them stay motivated, that’s great.

What I am saying is: Listen to your kids. Trust that they know their own limits better than you do. Even if you think that they’re being over dramatic, or whiny, or whatever—don’t take the chance.

I’m 20 years old now. My knee still hurts. I have a whole suite of other, unrelated chronic conditions that would be improved if I exercised more. And I try to, I really do. But it’s kind of hard to do squats when just one makes your knee feel like it’s on fire for the rest of the week.

Listen. To. Your. Kids.

Donna’s such a hater, love her

Been makin floooooowers lately

Another mouse except I ✨don’t like✨ this one

Sketchessssss

New lil guy just dropped

I MADE THIS ALBUM COVER (sorry for yelling I’m just excited)

This drawing was commissioned by musician “The Static Dive” (who is also my dad 😌) for his new single “Object 64,” out everywhere today. You should go listen to it, cuz it’s funky.

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The Static Dive - Object 64

Listen to Object 64 by The Static Dive.

Woah it’s tumblr so I can put the link!!! Technology, it has come so far.

My partner and I watched JoJo for the first time together and since then we have had multiple conversations along the lines of “this writing choice in JoJo was so interesting, let’s talk about it for literally an hour nonstop”

jojo's bizarre adventure is a life altering series if you're susceptible to the brainrot pathogen. if you're not i'm sure it's kinda whatever but if you are. you get enrolled in a secret jojo club and you lose the ability to fully speak your mind outside of it. you realize a tantalizing desire to sightsee in italy, but know that you must never, ever set foot there, else you'll risk annoying everyone around you with the constant pointing out of familiar locations. you cannot go to an aquarium without thinking, "jotaro kujo would love this." when you take a drink of water that's especially refreshing, you think of okuyasu, in tonio's restaurant, where he cried the sleeplessness out of his eyes, and wish you could do the same. and like a zombie, you attempt to spread the disease to others, the people you love most. you say to them, with a sly smile, "hey, there's this anime i think you would like," and if they're not sick of hearing about it, on the off chance they decide to try it, and like it, you'll rejoice at having another person share your curse. now you're both ruined, swapping looks and pointing out things "you just thought were cool." you have matching cherry earrings. your music taste is better than it's ever been.

Listen all my joints hurt and I’m tired all the time, but yesterday someone I love rested their head on my shoulder while we watched cartoons on our beat up couch, so I’m doing pretty good all things considered.