treating everything from a place of self-love. washing my hair. making a meal. changing my sheets. reading a book. calling a friend. taking a nap. making art. cleaning my space. making a cup of tea. moving my body in a way that feels good. taking a bath. making goals. living. loving.

anonymous asked:

Ok but like i didnt even wanna get involved into the ham fandom bc i didnt wanna start shipping people that died like idk 200 y ago and now bc of you i keep falling deeper and deeper and I am so fucking sure you will pull me into writting a fic. How dare you make me ship rareships. (Love yo art and would really wanna be friends but im an awkward bitch)


anon 1: thank you anon T _ T !! I really appreciate it!

@minibunbon: we’re going to be at momocon in may!! we’re also planning on applying for AWA!

anon 2: aww, thank you!! I’m honestly inspired by too many people to list! I’m constantly motivated by the artists I follow, though; if you wanna check out my twitter list, I’m sure you’ll find someone cool!!

as far as making it to where I am now, I still feel like I’m at the starting line sometimes, haha…! but really it was just a matter of practicing, posting, and communicating over the years (and I really mean years….I’ve been serious about art for almost a decade at this point!!) also, making friends in the art community has been such a HUGE deal for me; they help keep me motivated and help me improve!

@secretlymollyringwald: ahh I’m glad you like it!! it isn’t for sale yet, but if I have any left over, they’ll be up in my shop sometime soon!

The march was lit, and Team Red is super exhausted. Thanks to everybody who commissioned me to help me and my students afford supplies/travel! I’ll re-open regular commissions in a few days.

Good work, army. Now stay on the field. Donate to worthy causes. Call your representatives. Canvass. Read difficult work. Collect your people. Demolish bad arguments. Win dramatically; keep your strength and righteousness when you lose. Be generous with your talents and time. Persuade your casually bigoted relatives. Make fearless art. Call out your friends. Be public. Educate the people who look up to you. Write your newspaper. Learn in volumes. Speak verifiable truth.  Preach equity and justice. Punch Nazis. Teach fierce love.

Most of all: Do not go home. Even if you’re a latecomer; even if you feel badly you didn’t do more before all this; even if you’re tired from doing this too long; even if you feel small. Please stay. We need you.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.