No Srsly Tho. Posture Is More Important Than We Play It To Be. Be Sure To Stretch Properly And Keep Your

Yona is literally a Disney princess. She's got Pukyu at her side always. The four dragons are woodland creatures that adore her. Her parents are dead. Obviously she's a princess. She's got herself animated and everything. She's incredibly smart and independent. Hak supports and loves her. Etc. Etc. Etc.

Yona is a disney princess.

I rest my case.

So I just finished mowing my lawn. And I now propose that we use lawns that don't need to be cut every week and use moss or rocks or creeping thyme! It's a waste of water, useless work, and is slowly killing me

Just a passive aggressive suggestion.

why am I better at art and stuff in the night and not the day...

Try. It might not work every time, but it's better to try than not.

AXIS: Prologue

The General looked at the file again. Over and over and over, they've been bothered with this girl ever since they saw her file. Wondering what she was like aside from the proper lady in the photo. Well, they'll find out when they meet her. The General closed the file and put it in their ever-growing pile of papers. They needed to clean that mess up sooner or later.

The General got up from their chair and looked out the window of their office. There in the courtyard stood a teenage girl. The girl wore what looked to be a silk kimono. She appears to be a noble girl. It was the same girl that's in the file. And the kimono. It didn't suit her. The General grinned at himself and the girl down below.

"Fuu Madris, huh?" he muttered. "Well, I can't wait to see how you'll fair out in the field. Don't disappoint me now, dear descendant of Koshi."

*absorbs earth*

What if some aliens were like frogs, soaking in water through their skin, but these aliens also soak in food, so all their food is like jello. Imagine the reaction when humans purposefully…put weird stuff…in their talking hole… that they also breath through like WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU’RE GONNA CHOKE-

Trigger warning: blood, scary

sweet dreams

Old self-portait

A while ago, I made a self-portrait of me "teasing" my neighborhood friend, Janers. In here, I took her phone away and basically saying, "If you want it back, you're gonna have to catch me!" Or some thing... Either way, this is a dream within a dream. I've never been successful in snatching her phone for 3 seconds. Lol

you know that feeling when you're just chilling and minding your own business but then you remember Satan's sacrificial waterfall exists for the rest of the week and your abdomen has desided to be your torturer for the next few dozen hours?

Have you ever felt so much that you wanted to be empty? To become a doll?