Update: I Went Too Hard On My Bullshit, Arm Is Now In A Sling.

I found my first grey hair bro.

My eye has been twitching nonstop for weeks at this point, it comes down over spring break, but it came back the minute I thought about this fuck ass class.

I’m only twenty one.

It’s too late for me. Save yourselves.

(I’m not passing that class this teacher is ASS LMFAO)

Bro this sinus infection is kicking my ass.

So is Chem II but we’re not going to talk about my shit professor driving me up the wall when I sound like a prepubescent boy with the amount of croaking and voice cracks I’m having.

Gods pray for me. I don’t know how imma get through this semester but I will somehow make it work in my favor in the end. Somehow.

Gentle reminder to not do shit while bereaved, I just burnt the shit outta my hand because I was crying to hard to pay attention to which hand was grabbing something out of the oven.

This is so phoenix wright coded for no reason.

99% of liars quit before everyone absolutely believes whatever they say forever keep going king

What else am I to slay encroachers with?

Thank,,,, you for this,,,

I can never find my fucking references that I like because theyre scattered to the wind

Here's some notes on some of the upper body muscles so you, artist, don't need to look them up

They are not medically accurate, just enough for artists to know the necessary muscles and how they work together

I 100% recommend doing the last exercise I did to be able to actually place the muscles

Here are my notes on the lower body muscles

reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a fucking break

Leaving things where I will always, like clockwork, know I will look for them first.

When I lose things and CANT find them, it’s because either I or someone else broke the routine.

If I can see it immediately I need to feel that it is there. Can’t feel it or see it? Need to hear it. My vision is already and always has been shit.

Keys? If they’re not in my pants pockets, they’re in my hands. If they’re not in my hands, I have them in my teeth. Not In my teeth? Check my bag pocket. Not in bag pocket? They then are only ever going to be in my car cupholder.

I can’t forget my work shoes if they are already on my feet or literally beneath or on my work bag. Even if this annoys the piss out of other people, it. works.

If something is within arms reach, the compulsion of: I might as well! Kicks in and I can actually manage at least taking care of my basic needs

The problem with this method is if I get stuck in a depressive spiral and don’t look at a specific spot by the mirror in the bathroom that I look at 90% of the time like three self care tasks are being forgotten that day.

If the cleaning supplies are sitting on the bathroom counter, eventually I will remember to do the task. Usually when looking at the thing annoys me enough.

Who spilled the jar of Dalmatian puppies on the stairs again?

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Slept like a child who insisted they stay up past their bedtime at a party and not even five minutes later is found in a dead sleep on the couch.

Why do we say “slept like a baby” when babies literally wake up screaming every two hours?

I want to sleep like a middle-aged dad who “rests his eyes” during a Marvel movie and wakes up refreshed, confused, and ready to barbecue.

thumbnail sketches who? Never heard of em.

The worst part is even if I do thumbnail sketch I end up hating it after five minutes and redrawing it anyways.

Aquarium date!

Total work time 109 min