U Say To Urself "i Dont Need Notches, Ill Know How To Orient The Pieces When Sewing Bc I Made The Pattern"

I haven’t been on tumblr for quite as long as a lot of people but over several years I’ve noticed this interesting gradual sorta,, shift in the general culture? that it went from this mostly depressed, nihilistic outlook where people would regularly joke about hating themselves and being hopeless and depressed, to a wave of vehemence of “STOP hating everything actually the world is Good and you deserve love!!!” type posts, to now, where those aggressive ‘PSAs’ have faded away and instead I regularly see people romanticizing simple things like stars and hot tea and rainy mornings, and waxing poetic about their friends, and just trying to put love out there. and I don’t know exactly what that means (someone who knows more than me could probably say something smart about generational expression and trauma or popular perception of mental health and whatnot), but I do know that it makes my heart very full to see people learn to love the world and themselves by extension, and a whole userbase adopting healthier coping mechanisms, and therefore teaching the younger users to do so as well. I might just be following different people, but I really do think we’ve grown. everyone has grown. five years ago it wasn’t unusual for the next post on my dash to be a scathing commentary on why nothing matters or an anon ripping into someone they barely knew or someone complaining about how pathetic their interests are. now I have mutuals who get excited and spam reblog art of cows and friends I see tagging each other in pictures of frogs and strangers writing paragraphs about how much I matter. it makes me happy. idk. just an observation I wanted to make. I think people are good and everyone’s just trying their best at the end of the day

i need to mourn :")

how it feels "trusting the process" as a writer/artist

i hope you buy things that bring you joy. i hope you wear clothes that make you feel good. i hope you decorate your home however you like. i hope you don’t wake up dreading going to work. i hope you meet people that make your heart sing. i hope you discover hobbies that fulfill you. i hope you go on fantastic adventures that give you unforgettable memories. i hope you do things just because you want to, and i hope you don’t feel like you have to justify your decisions to anybody. i hope you find happiness. i hope you cultivate a life you love

Sparklemuffins.. you will hear me out

when lin manuel miranda wrote the words “oh, I’m sorry- am I talking too loud? sometimes I get overexcited, shoot off at the mouth; I’ve never had a group of friends before- BUT I PROMISE I’LL MAKE Y’ALL PROUD” and then slapped them on one of the most notoriously over-talkative and overexcited figures in american history who was almost certainly neurodivergent- he got it in one, actually. he understood the fucking assignment. he felt the ghost of alexander goddamn hamilton and every kid who’s ever felt like that whispering in his ear and he just went, yup. okay. AND THEN FUCKING WROTE IT.

for that moment alone, i will always have respect for him.

Canon

“Floyd when did you get your earring?”

I genuinely think that JD and Floyd were the most dramatic pair of kids ever

How did they have another kid after this still a wonder

(I got really lazy with this comic but I wanted to have it for yesterday u know)

Digital colored skecth of my avatar except that my hair growed