It occurred to me as I was mindlessly sketching yoga poses from memory that some of you miscreants on Tumblr HAVE to have drawn fanart of the Apple+ Fitness instructors.
I might be disappointed if you haven’t…
One of the things they don’t tell you about becoming a parent is how you will always be finding new things that annoy you, ranging from mild annoyance to red-hot rage. Mine are:
Having my face touched, especially in the morning.
Being pulled on.
A messy room, but specifically when paper and toys are mixed on the floor.
Stepping on cooked rice. (With shoes= angry, barefoot= FURIOUS)
Because my coworkers follow me elsewhere, I can’t say anywhere else that I AM OFFICIALLY ITALIAN NOW. And WE ARE MOVING TO THE NETHERLANDS AS SOON AS WE CAN. I want out of this fucking country. This isn’t an “I want”, this is a “We WILL”
Nothing more freeing than knowing I don’t have to take all my shit with me, and I don’t need new shit. Getting the kid to give up some of his toys will be hard but he’ll be so so so happy there. I can’t wait.
I don’t know what to do with her but she makes me happy :)
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Hey tumblr what’s been up why is the icon a wizard t?
i am so violently sick of advertising. its everywhere it creeps into every inch of reality that it physically can theres no escape from how invasive it is. cant even rickroll people anymore because theyll just get a 30 second advert for car insurance
I’m playing “Do Not Read This Journal!” (By Cagri Akyurt) with some friends who moved away and I am just so happy with how this collage turned out
My character is writing in 1970-1971, so I used pages from old books I have for scrapping, survival manual, Army emergency guide, ghosts of California, a Latin reader, a book about Architectural drafting, my usual Autocrat of the Breakfast Table. The newest book I used is from 1974, so it’s pretty close to accurate. Grease pencil to redraw and continue some illustrations I pulled out, things are flappy and layered and rippy yayyy
The journal is supposed to be cursed and Stanley is lonely and almost WANTS the entity within it to come out and keep him company but instead it sends him nightmares of drowning and phone calls from dead friends.
I am a too-old-for-this-site mom lady who likes to take pictures, draw pictures, and post random things about what I am doing. I don't care if you follow or unfollow me, this blog is completely for myself. I'm going to post bugs and rants and scary...
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