| Elder Scrolls obsessed | fiber arts | aggressively drawing to make up for years of not drawing | writing to preserve the worlds in my head | studying math to be a wizard |

tripropellant:

tripropellant:

tripropellant:

tripropellant:

More i Grow my body Stonger. More i Learn my head gets Longer. More i Eat my belly Bouncing… More i Fight my foes i’m Trouncing.

More i Sing my voice gets Louder… More i Boast my pride gets Prouder… More i Run my speed gets Upper… What about you Mother Fucker…

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normally this is when people reblog posts like this and say something like “i was on so much painkillers when i made this” but that doesn’t apply here. i was completely lucid when i made this. i can remember writing this phenomenal post with crystal clarity. for me, it was typical. i could do this kind of thing every day if i wished to.

friendo:

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they banned me from all northeastern pokemon tcg competitions because I kept telling everyone about my “very special cards” and bringing these bad boys out

themythicalcodfish:

hubblegleeflower:

animentality:

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The great thing about huge declarations is that the most times you’re ever going to have to deliver on them is ONCE. And even that is vanishingly unlikely. The dishes happen every day. My feet hurt now. The kids need a lift to piano lessons every week. The grenade is hypothetical.

You’d die for me? I’d prefer someone who’d live for me, thanks.

chatblancofficial:
“spacefinch:
“cecilsrandomeverything:
“transmascmarypoppins:
“why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
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Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….
Finally, we have them all.
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In addition: OP’s name is...

chatblancofficial:

spacefinch:

cecilsrandomeverything:

transmascmarypoppins:

why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable

Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….

Finally, we have them all.

In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.

Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.

It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.