and i don't necessarily believe any of this i'm just saying words recreationally
the last sentence of my thesis

and i don't necessarily believe any of this i'm just saying words recreationally
the last sentence of my thesis
Sometimes when Saiki needs to chill, he shapeshifts into a slightly different form of himself. Inevitably, his friends keep bumping into his other forms. Every single time, without fail, he scrambles for the same excuse of “Oh, Kusuo is my brother.” or “The five year old you saw just now was my younger sibling.”
His friends think his family tree is inSANE. He has five siblings now. His parents can’t keep track.
I feel so blessed to be alive rn. I feel like this cured my depression and anxiety. I'm in zen now. THIS is the moment
can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying
reblog to let prev know you’re proud of them
I tried drawing this like 3 different times because I couldn't get the concept to look the way I wanted. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
romanticizing your life is such a powerful tool and it’s a shame that it’s mostly used by people on tiktok to justify the purchase of expensive breakfast smoothies when there are few better ways to force oneself through unpleasant shit than imagining a cinematic backstory for your extremely quotidian suffering
“you will never be too much for someone who can’t get enough of you.”
— Unknown
💖 Perfect Match 💙
[This is a commission work, please do not use!]
Commissioned by @/different_distractions on instagram, this design will be available as an enamel pin on their store~ 🥰