suffering in every waking moment rn bc i have SO MUCH TIME TO DRAW and so many things i WANT TO DRAW but the motivation just…. ISNT THERE!!!
i sit on my bed and stare at my phone and think about how much i just wanna pick up my ipad or a sketchbook and doodle something but i cant. frickin make myself DO IT!!!! I AM IN AGONY!!! I MISS DRAWING!!!!
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me: i need to focus on uni. i have been missing content and need to catch up. the hyperfixation is strong but i need to be stronger. theres only 4 weeks left i have to put aside hannibal for a bit to focus on uni and then i have like 4 months to do whatever. i just have to think about chemistry for a bit instead. i like chemistry. i'm good at chemistry and maths. i can do this
my brain, taking a swig of lime cordial from an erlenmeyer flask: hannibal chemist au where he uses hydrochloric acid distilled from peoples stomach acid. frederick is also a chemist but his experiments keep failing so he just makes shit up. fuck you
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To bang or not to bang That is the question:
Whether tis nobler in the mind to endure
the sillys and goofys of outrageous your mom
Or to take arms against your mom
And by opposing bang them. to die -to sleep with
yes more; and by sleep we say fuck
the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
devoutly to be bang'd. To die, to sleep with;
To sleep with, perchance to fuck- ay, that's a dick
for in that sleep of death what creams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal flesh
Must give us pause - theres the refractory
That makes virginity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips, leashes of collars
Th'submissive's wrong the proud whore's
contumely,
The pang of degererate'd love, the law's daddy,
The ignorance of ovum, and the sperms
That patient merit of th'unworthy fucks
When he himself might his cock take
With a bare ass? Who would fardels bare,
To moan and sweat under a horny life,
But that the dread of something the morning after,
The unwhore'd country, from those ills we have
Than annoy to other that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make whores of us all,
And thus the native hoe of resolution
Is slicklied o'er with the pale spray of come,
and enterprises of great passion and the moment
with this regard their currents turn of events
and lose the name of action
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still thinking about 'peter losing wendy' > 'you're losing me'
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on a school bus rn 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😔😔😔💔
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Nipple clamps are fun but the moment I cum it’s like post nut clarity and they fucking HURT
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