probably should just write a quick post on this blog,, I don’t use tumblr much anymore! I finally got out of the habit of scrolling for hours endlessly day after day (something which.. ate up a lot more of my time than I wish to admit the last few years tbh) and I don’t really check it all that often now
If you want, you can find me more active on twitter, where I mostly rb other people’s art but I plan on using it more this year: https://twitter.com/chilliechee_art
I hate when people ask me what I’ll be doing tomorrow.
punchline coming December 31, 2019
oh no I forgot
well, hindsight i
AN ORIGINAL 2020 JOKE
in an ideal future humanity as a whole will have adopted the term “a stack” to mean 64 of something, similar to how a dozen is 12 now
we can do this now…be the change you want to see
“I didn’t want to call him Michael. It didn’t seem to fit somehow, and the way he said it made me think that it was definitely not his name.”
daisies!
i reckon the hunt gives her those cool reflective eyes that nocturnal animals have. also big teeth and claws! for ripping apart cockney deliverymen.
hey here’s three test pages of night king comics i made last weekend to see if i actually liked working in this style for comics. i don’t think i’ll be making any more, at least not of this scene, so y’all can have them
I can’t believe I wasted two hours of my life drawing a joke I’m sure a million others have made and done better.
Atleast its out of my system now.
h-hewwo?? owo Wegion fwom ded by daywight??
It really is so strange growing apart from a friend. Not because you fought, or hurt each other, but because whatever held you together before simply doesn’t anymore. it’s weird someone can know so much about you, and one day you realize they’re just not a part of your life anymore.
It’s just surreal to me that the first people I called back in high school when my dad died aren’t even in my phone contacts anymore.
There are people who have seen me at my very worst and loved me through it, and people who saw me shine and shared in my happiness, and I haven’t said their names in years.
They probably haven’t said mine.
At first, it’s sad. But eventually, it becomes a happy thing, knowing that wherever I have been, wherever they have been, we have been loved. We loved each other, they have new love in their life now, and so do I.
There was a time when we needed each other, and we had each other. I’ll be grateful for that forever. Who would I have become without them? I’ll love who we were together forever. That feels good. I’m happy to have that.
god i fuckin love airports. who came up with that??? “yeah, planes land here and take off. what if we also made it a mall, and then removed everyone’s sense of time and space when they came inside?” it could be 8:33 in the morning in a time zone i have never experienced but it’s always Airport Time
the norms there are so bizarre. who cares. wear your bugs bunny sweats over a button down. who gives a shit? nobody’s going to yell at you for chugging four sprites. you just do that. that’s the void talking
me: “i’d like a toothpick please.”
god, probably: “great! that’ll be 18 dollars.”
me: “sounds about right. here’s my entire wallet”
