➡️ @Draekos@yiff.life @Draekos@awoo.space

is the empty cutlery drawer not, in fact, the largest spoon of all?

(no, it's not)

Hammering down the forks does not make them spoons....

but are bowls in fact just handleless spoons?

Not trying to be a call out here at all just....
guh.

Sometimes I really wish patience wasn't my best answer to hateful shit.

Being calm and trying to actually address people's toxic shit in a constructive way is so fucking draining.

But shouting at them feels more so. And gods sometimes I wish I could just fucking TEAR into people without feeling deep pits of guilt the instant the fire dies down.

I put up with bullshit, I pay forward the spoons because it's the best answer for my mental health and I hate it.

Fucking back into a crying fit, insomnia hitting hard. Wanting a hug from a very specific list of people and none of them are even in the same State.

Bleh.

So like.

Got to see my dad today. It's been ages. He's retired now. First time I've been to a zoo too in like 12 years? I should go back with a sketchpad.

I remember when I hated him, as a kid. Fuck it hurt to hug him and like, aaa him saying he was excited to see me happy got me crying. Fuck.

He's such a good guy.

Anyway, sorry. I hope you all had a good day <3 Go give a hello to someone you care about okay?

Ruh ro Raggy! Rits time to ring about rhe apocrarypse.

If Shaggy were ever truly in danger, Scooby would unfold himself into his true tarrasque form.

The problem with working from home:

The challenging void between trying to manage not burning out, being busy enough to pay bills, and not feeling lazy.

And like... is it bad of me to even be able to set my own work hours like this and still complain about it?

H-hey s
so uhm
so uhh
so

I'm gay.

🖼

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdnvcV0NJmU

a redeemed villain who just keeps falling into their old bullshit to the theme of K-Flay's song Giver.

ex-Korps researcher turned 'super hero' perhaps?

We commence our ritual, not on the promised pea milk, but the soul of the future generation.

I will have to contemplated the microcosm of our parents I have created in this cup.

And a cookie, because fuck you I'm worth it.

Speaking of hateful. I use the scale for my coffee in front of the keurig and espresso machine, both of which take up prime counter space and are never used.

Or I could just drink this black, but I pulled open one of the coffee packs for this bit and now it feels hateful to return it.

I'm my time of need I gaze about. We have not the power to travel to the safe pastures if almond milk, or the homelands of the cow.

No I turn to those who have travelled with me. I loot the supplies of those who will come after me. The "MRE leftovers" box.

Some brave survivor has sacrificed their creamed coffee for mine.

Thank you, brave soldier.

ABORT ABORT ABORT ABORT

IT'S LIKE FUCKING DRINKING SAND! ABORT! MAKE NO LANDING HERE!

Its beiger than it looks.