“The Trash Man Cometh. The Trash Man Giveth, And The Trash Man Taketh Away.”

So I’m wondering: Does anyone actually care if I post anything about a story I’m working on? It literally only exists because I was bored and the deck of cards I was going to draw was missing two cards.

I’M NOT ALONE

Question.

Is it just me or does every lgbt+ person do that eye contact thing?

Ya know

You catch their eye and the whole time your brain is thinking

“Shes defiently a lesbian. Is she? Maybe. I should just make eye- oh shes looking at me. Just nod and smile. Maybe she’ll know I’m also lesbian”

That eye contact thing

Because I do it alot

Apologies for my shit handwriting. It’s mah boi Ace!

there’s no possible way that pearl and marina aren’t lesbians and if anyone disagrees then you can me and three-quarters of the internet

don’t mind me, just looking up how to come out on wikihow i’m not nervous at all no what do you mean

I’m too lazy to find these things myself, so I’m reblogging other people. (:

can’t not reblog

Soft body + rigid body physics test with Porygon and Porygon2

OH SHIT I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT ABOUT MY STORY

It’s James! He’s tied with Jay for my favorite.

I decided to write a poem to vent

I don’t know why/ but for some reason, I/ just started feeling like I want to cry./ I know/ that others say I show/ talent, and I can kinda see it/ just a little bit/ but I can’t seem to show it/ when it matters to me./ Those that I want to see/ my stuff, I can never get confident/ in my supposed talent to/ show them what I made,/ that I worked on for days and days./ I always find something wrong/ or I take way too long!/ I can never show/ what I know/ is at least made with love./ I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong./ I don’t want this to be seen/ to make me/ have an inflated sense of self-esteem,/ I just want some feedback and critique./ I want to make people happy/ but I can’t.