Hamerican

Guess who's sad? Sad again. Ozzy's sad. Tell a friend.

When the person you reblogged reblogs your reblog of their reblog

I like to say that Cavendish and Dakota are Milo's gay uncles who babysit him sometimes when the family can't handle Milo and his dad being in the same place.

i can't believe i drew the cartoon time-traveling gay old men with separation anxiety in 2024. god. i found that lil doodle in my 2017-18 sketchbook and i decided to redraw it lol, n then i just made the dumb doodles below. fighting the urge to call them a found family even tho milo’s got a perfectly loving family at home isnidjuwhudjs

since i'm sick i decided to treat myself and make something self-indulgent real quick :) back to grinding now

it's december so this post i made in september is getting notes.

I need this but I can't draw for shit (don't have the motivation) PLEAsE SOMEONE DRAW IT

When I say that I don't want to exist right now, that doesn't mean i want to die. Not to me it doesn't. All it means is I want to disconnect from myself. To not feel my own emotions, to not hear my brain rile on and on, to not feel my skin on my body, to not feel, to not hear, to not taste, to not smell, to not see but still observe. I don't want to be interacted with like a person when I wish to not exist. I wish to a narrator, a viewer, a camera-man. I wish that I could fast forward to when this was a memory. I know it may seem concerning, or maybe a bit outlandish, but it makes sense to me. I want to not be there but still be there. I want to not be acknowledged by anyone and to simply watch. Watch others experience what's happening. And I want to not experience it. I don't want it. I just want to sit in the corner and watch. But when someone's in the corner watching, someone has to whisper. Has to ask questions. Has to make me exist. I don't want that. I don't want to exist, but I don't want to die either. It does make sense to me, but not everyone is me. I don't mind that either. But I want to be able to say that I am not existing and for people to understand. For them to not be concerned about the kid in the corner. About the guy sitting in silence. About your suspiciously quiet friend. I am simply not for now, and I hope you can accept that.

Because of the Qckhat

Wattpad crack: We're unrealistic and kinda cringe

Ao3 crack:

*spends an hour researching calendar dates, doing weird math, and revising a huge part of my story*

Me: Wait, what was I doing?

Me: Oh, yeah!

*Googles where commas go in dates*

The clothes of the second one with the colour scheme of the first.

I need this but I can't draw for shit (don't have the motivation) PLEAsE SOMEONE DRAW IT

Firefighter demonstrates how to put out a kitchen fire