Known Bugs: If You Clip Out Of Bounds In A Dream, Then You Can Enter Somebody Else's.

You see, ever since I was a small child I've always HATED Valentine's Day. Or, not so much hated it as much as I never really understood it.

If you make a holiday all about love, why be expected to do the least lovely, most annoying, most humiliating things? Like go on uncomfortable dates with strangers, or buy ridiculously expensive chocolate for someone who doesn't even like chocolate that much! No one loves that! Why not do something you actually love? Like sit at home and listen to niche Bulgarian techno bedroom shoegaze. Or buy some nice aged stinky cheese.

See, none of it ever made sense to me. Until I realized I was aromantic! I just don't feel romance. And nobody even told me!

You'd think that with something that significant and annoyingly present in life, someone would've at least given me a heads up. Like a doctor telling you that you're lactose intolerant, or allergic to wild parsnips. It's nice to have the info. Like, yeah, I'll probably still eat ice cream from time to time, but at least I know why it rubs me the wrong way.

Which is why, Perry the Platypus—

SLAMS FIST ON TABLE.

I FREAKING LOVE MY FRIENDS!!

I’m halfway done on my art for revalink week but you can bet Revali’s Gay Ass I’m gonna finish it and post late lol

In the meantime have this image straight from my brain

i connected two dots

the gap in my resume? what gap? what resume?

something silly i noticed

theres special text for booping yourself

REAL men write pathetic tumblr posts and drop them in their drafts never to be seen again

guys the consequences of inaction are noooootttt enough to motivate meeee