lmao cleaned the sketch @dianagj-art
not shown: one getting into a fight with the cashier and being banned from the shop-
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WAITTTTTY YJH PFP AHAH THE ORV BRAINROT IS SETTING IN
congrats!!!!!! i’m vv excited that you like it so far!!!!!! :DDD ….makes me want to bring back my kdj pfp lololol
oh the brainrot set in LOOONGG ago sp.. or at least less then a week ago when I started to read it on Webtoon.... I take every chance I can to read it esp during school 💔💔 I'm nearly on ep 60 in I think 5 or 4 days?? That sounds abt right..
(I'm abt to get very ramble-y here so. a cut off is in place. I wholeheartedly blame you for this ramble sp. take responsibility.)
BUT DUDE I CAN'T GET OVER THE TWISTS AND TURNS OF THIS STORY. THE ACTION. THE CHARACTERS. THE REASONABLE THINGS IN THE PLOT (if that makes sense) AND IT ALL OCCUPIES MY HEAD 24/7/hj....
LIKE KDJ IS SO SMART HELLO?? In my friends words as well — he is a pretty boy. UGHHHHH
I'M LOSING IT OVER ORV.. I HAVEN'T BEEN THIS OBSESSED WITH ANYTHING IN A GOOD LONG WHILE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I NEED TO GET MY HANDS ON THE NOVEL I'M FREAKING OUT
but also to elaborate on how the reasonable things in the plot make sense — WHY EVERYTHING HAPPENS ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE. LIKE HOW KDJ SURVIVES STUFF AND SHIT AND HOW THERE ARE SOME PARTS WHERE IT'S TRICKY BUT IT WORDS OUT AND I. I've gotta cut myself off HELP
And there are some. Silly scenes. But yk. That just happens ig.. they're funny anyways so 😭😭
I hope you're happy that you got me to ramble sp. You silly.
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in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off
EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through
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Also, let us not forget, Henry Kissinger died. I understand that 2023 was generally a shitshow in a lot of ways, but Henry Kissinger very much did die.
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i don't think people really understand what's happening in gaza. with each passing day that sees more and more palestinians dead, it's becoming easier and easier for those in the west to perceive them as nothing more than a statistic. they might engage w the occasional palestine post, sure, but it's just as easy to scroll right past that moments later w no real outrage for the genocide retained.
it's vital to stay reminded that palestinians who are with us today won't be with us tomorrow. it's happening every second of every minute of every hour, and it's relentless. somewhere in gaza a little girl is losing her mother, a little boy is watching his siblings bleed to death, elderly people are infirm with starvation and illness, palestinian women and girls are being sexually assaulted and kept in cages, fathers are leaving tents to find food for their families and not coming back. this is all happening right now, and it's a direct result of the west's complacency. it's a direct result of their not seeing arabs as people worth saving.
it might be hard to compute as a westerner, but this is real. don't let your privilege blind you to your humanity.
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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