I Guess If I Keep Spending All My Time Writing Instead Of Doing My Work, I Should Join My School News

If I'm a mess, let me be a mess

Tear me apart, I live for distress

If my life is hell, then so be it, let me dwell

I'm a cyclone, a blizzard, your local natural disaster

So I'll live like there's no tomorrow, cause if I die, there's nothing after

You can call it self destructive, call me paranoid,

But I'm tired of being productive, I'm resting in the void

The Witch Museum, Salem MA

These would be so cutesy in my room

I can't read music. How should this be done?

I can't read music, and what good is singing a song without knowing how it should be sung?

I can't read music, can barely hold a tune.

But when you're in a musical, you better learn quick and catch up soon

This is so Sanders Sides core, fr fr

As far as I can tell there are a few different types of dog, independent of sex or breeds but occasionally correlated - including among others -

eccentric roommate (lives here. does stuff. when you're lucky you know what it is before they do it.)

dubious peasant (generally agreeable but on the verge of plotting revolt if not handled appropriately and regularly)

adorable ward (is Baby, makes up for immaturity with cute looks)

sworn knight (serve you till the end of your days. plz give task. take on quest. affirm is good dog)

confused auntie (wants you to make good life choices, mostly just sits on chairs and judges you)

No Thoughts Just Vibes (average golden retriever in my experience and also borzoi)

This is so beautiful

Old Burying Point Cemetery Welcome Center

One day, I'm going to cover my room in beautiful paintings of the sun, the moon, and stars. It's gonna be awesome

the moon in paintings✨🌙

me: sleep?

brain: no.

me: so what, laying here thinking about life? Thinking about something constructive maybe?

brain: lmao. nope.

me: okay then what. What's the third option.

brain:

RA-RA-RASPUTIN, RAISIN-POWERED FUCK MACHINE

I liked how this came out, so take my art Tumblr goblins. Flourish, my sweet and terrible babies