When you personify your inner bread head/breadwinners fangirl
More details about her coming soon
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today my brain is a mess of bouncing bread sticks crumbling to turn into increasingly tinier crumbs - after full grainification is completed the fuckery liquids of brain soup turn my brain into wobbly brain dough again.... until the dough gets baked, and the cycle starts once again...
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Finished an old drawing :)
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i personally have an internal monologue, and while i can "see" words/images in my head, my default thoughts are all audio...it sounds like i'm saying them out loud in my head (i have to consciously try to "see" things i'm thinking about)
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And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks, and I
Saw your mom she forgot that I existed and
It's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
That I might not have, but I did not lose
Stick Season - Noah Kahan
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A sketch dumpy, a whole lotta junk in the trunk.
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Found this in my sketchbook
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AU. The Legion falls back to regroup after the Battle of Hoover Dam. Years later, an intrepid courier joins the ranks of snipers who fail to kill the Malpais Legate, and is subsequently captured.
The woman stares up at them, barely visible from the arena. Her opponent’s dark blood pools beneath her feet, smeared across her cheek. Slowly, she raises her balled fist, thumb pointed down.
“Cheeky bitch,” Edward mutters, but Joshua barely hears him.
His fingers catch the end of the bandages wrapped around his brow, and he yanks it carelessly, the bandages unspooling and falling to the ground, the rasp of gauze stinging against the half-healed wound at his temple.
Not enough to kill him, just like everything else.
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