Chances are that if I don’t want you to see my tumblr, that either means I’m not out to you yet or I’ve been reciting my own tumblr posts to you in person and I dont want you to realize that
Non-Artist friends and family: Why don’t you try selling your art online? You’re really good at it!
Me, who’s been trying for years but know they don’t understand how hard it actually is but are trying to be supportive: Thanks! I will consider that ^^.
Not wrong 😂😂💕
My roommate: you smell like desperation and mothballs
Me: I do not smell like mothballs!
IF THIS ISNT ME-
Me, trying to do laundry quietly at almost midnight so I can have clothes to wear in the morning:
My dad, asleep on the other side of the house, waking up when I drop a sock on the floor because he has superhuman hearing:
Me, shoving my wet clothes into the dryer and pulling on a damp hoodie when I hear footsteps, then hiding in the dark living room until he goes back to sleep:
When you’re in public and you hear the crinkling.
They made you feel good once.