Butterflybastard - UwU

hehe ty!

some other secret talents im hiding:

i paint sometimes!

also i have one of the top 15 scores in the world in pinball! (this was on jess’ rush pinball machine!)

i also do makeup art!

also i play guitar! (and cosplay!)

and more cosplay!

so yeah anyways i’m pretty neat

After voting, put what you voted in the tags

Hi random jester designs and some ponysonas I made for my siblings ok bye

the soup poll AKA where are the chunks?

occasionally when discussing lunches and dinners and other such wonders i get the feeling when i say "Soup" i mean another persons definition of "Stew", and our communication is somewhat skewed. please tell me how you identify your wet meals

if you so desire, detail your decision With the place you grew up/learned your distinction in the tags

rb and tell me what’s your most re watched movie.. and be honest

To myself, raised in an environment that glorified and romanticized restriction and suffering:

There is no victory in skipping dinner, or lunch, or breakfast, or morning coffee, or dessert.

There is no victory in refusing heaters and air conditioners and fans and heated blankets.

There is no victory in denying yourself sleep, or showers, or movement, or water, or a comfortable bed, or taking the elevator vs. the stairs.

There is no victory in refusing pain meds and heating pads and ice packs and medical help.

There is no victory in punishing yourself needlessly, in telling yourself that this pain you feel is because you are bad to the core and deserve it.

There is no victory in choking back your laughter and your tears, to keep an imagined equilibrium of safety that is really just a dry, cracked, empty, endless emotional desert.

You are here. You are in this body, and this body is yours. You deserve good things. You are alive, and that is messy and loud, and messy and loud are okay.

It’s okay to live abundantly. It’s okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to indulge. This paralysis of self-punishment, self-restriction, self-loathing is not healthy or good for you.

let’s settle this shit but do NOT reblog if you’re gonna be modest about it like a little BITCH. anyway privilege check tell me which ones apply to you: hot, funny, can dance, can do math, can spell, can drive, can cook

a frog comic -w-

hid under couch to escape human's loud family..

bit squished..