the mentality of “oh well, i’ll probably never see these people again.” has genuinely helped me with my anxiety in social situations so much. like literally… fuck it who cares anymore.
Tiny mushrooms growing on a Douglas fir pine cone.
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Holy SHIT.
THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO SIT THERE SHOULD BE THE ARTIST AND THEN IT SHOULD GO BE IN A MUSEUM.
Hand made crafts should be worshipped for the art they are.
i respect this SOOOOO much more than any iron sword throne chair
This one involves way more stabbing
SHE BOUGHT A PEACOCK
psyduck is probably like. the most achievable pokemon probably. like i don’t think i could teach a cabbage to grow legs and be a bulbasaur but there’s probably a certain threshold of mental torment i could subject a duck to that would make a psyduck
“what about rattata” “what about wooloo” “what about pidgey” none of you understand me or my art. i don’t mean animals that look like pokémon or could be dressed up like ones i’m explicitly talking about what i could do to an animal that would make it capable of performing destructive psychic attacks
According to my uncle, I “should be outside balancing rocks in a stream somewhere.”
what kind of forgotten god are you
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