everyday a man goes to war with himself. should he, or should he not? should he post the horrible horrible homestuck cringe hes been devolving to. or should he Keep It To Himself, for it is the year 2024 just a decade after its prime. should he dissapoint all his mutuals and possibly betray all trust of his sweet sweet followers. tis but a hard war. stoked by tearshed for nothing and no one but the inner self. am i really homestuck? am i ok with putting this on the dash of innocent eyes? am i willing to face the repercussions of my own actions? is the validation of knowing some freak named some shit like tAVROSfeetLicker69413 would reblog my art worth it?? it is at this juncture where a man learns who he is. beyond his face, beyond the morality of others, beyond the very crux of his flase identity. he learns himself and only himself. not the man who looks back in the mirror, but the man peering in. not some mirage in the desert,but the salty waves of the ocean. untamed. unfaltering.
who am i? he asks himself, and am i ready to take that motherfucking step?
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"IT'S TRUE, NICE GUYS FINISH LAST! AND I'M THE LEAST NICE AND LEAST LAST."
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good night send me ur favourite obscure stranger things hcs so I can turn them into silly little posts when I wake up. shakes ur hand and kisses u on the cheek. gn
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