Just spiraling being like 🤪🤪🤪 what am I doing with my life I miss art I miss making videos I miss making coming and animation do I really want to do law. And logically I don’t really think I would want to move away from everyone I know to move to where I would need to be to do film or tv and animation. So like. 🔫🔫 accept it. And like I think helping people is something I’m very passionate about and will make me happy and I think if I just did art and comics I would feel bad about like big things like prison abolition and how terrible people are treated in our justice system is would bother and upset me and at least I can feel productive. But idk idk what to do. I just don’t know what is my anti drepressants or what. But truly working for the knife by Mitski whenever I watch tv or see cool art I get really depressed and yearn to be doing that stuff and idk what to do??? Like did/do I define my identity to much to being an artist but idk. I want to make things I misss working with people to make things and I know as a lawyer I will collaborate a lot. A lot of what u do seems so not fun and miserable and idk idk. But I’ve spent so much money and also i going to law school allowed my friend to have housing for foreseeably 3 years. Do I just get the JD and end up completely turning around and doing fucking. Like?? Entertainment law but in my head that’s always just disneys evil lawyers idk.
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His new apartment was so small that cramming a couch in there was pushing it. It was just a two-seater, and thanks to Nnoitra being WAY TOO LONG, he wouldn’t be able to lay on it all stretched out. WHATEVER. He felt pretty accomplished nonetheless, having managed to carry it up to the apartment with the help of one very puny delivery guy. He had also got himself a TV, so now he could finally do his current favorite past-time, which was watching TV on the couch. Yeah, it probably sounded depressing, but it wasn’t. Nnoitra had a feeling that he hadn’t had in a LONG time. The feeling that things were turning around. It was a dangerous feeling, because in the past, when he had thought things were getting better, reality had punched him in the face. He clicked on the next episode of the show he was watching. It was a nature documentary. He didn’t give a shit about learning, but he sure did like looking at the pretty landscapes and imagining being there. He needed to get out in nature soon or he’d fucking lose it. Too bad it was winter and nothing green could be seen in sight.
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ayo, that martial arts girl and her bf in a rhythm game? 😳
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A diagram of how I sleep with my Great Dane in my full size bed
1: body shaped like traffic cone hit by semi
2: dog curled up with her back feet under her face for some reason
3: dog somehow steals all the blankets despite being on top of them, leaving my feeties at risk of exposure
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