I’m crashing out. I hope I get sucked up in a tornado Monday. I’m so ready to not be here. It’s the only thing I daydream about.

we are so fucking back, mates

wtf

I need a big sticker that says stupid.

Starting my day early. Send good vibes. My body feels of a pre-rigor mortis corpse ngl.

My apartment smells amazing. Cooking is so therapeutic. Especially when it’s one of your safe foods.

Yup. iPad is no longer. So… it looks like I need a new one? I had it for 8+ years. It had a good run I suppose.

Boo

I’ve never been on a plane. The only reason why I’d get on one is for emergency, or to leave the country. I highly doubt I’d ever be successful enough to continuously travel like that. It seems like nightmare fuel.

Morning. Time to choose what I’ll be today. (Feeling manic and I have a gallon of vodka that was given to me.) OR!! I can just… zone out and be nonfunctional in that way since I can’t draw.

I didn’t drink. Instead I worked out. Later though… no promises.

I love an evil weasel of a man.

Holy shit it’s green outside.

I’ve had a migraine since yesterday. And I’m trying to be brave about it but holy shit this sucks.

My babies. 💕✨

I’ve been doing laundry for hours. I wish I had a girly friend to help me get rid of things I’ll never wear.