Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?
The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.
Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.
Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.
Wait wait wait, so you're telling me, that not only did Stan win the Tumblr Sexyman contest on Weed Day, BUT HE ALSO SOMEHOW KILLED THE FUCKING POPE?!
I know I’ve only posted one art on here (I plan to post more, fear not), but what it I opened commissions? Would people be interested?
Wishing all undiagnosed/partially diagnosed people a very doctors listening to you and providing you with more testing than a blood draw and even possibly providing treatment 2025
If I get one more ad with the flesh hat man, I’m going to scream
"Martin. Martin, look at me. Look at me and tell me what you see."
Aka, I'm still not over it.
oh you wanted T as in testosterone. i thought you meant T as in T-virus resident evil. well the good news is that you're still gonna transform at least
Hey soooooooo my husband and I are moving soon and could really use some help. I will gladly draw for you! I've included some of my portfolio and you can find more art on my page!
Here's the link to my ko-fi
I look forward to drawing for you!
-Ethan
me when my disabilities disable me: