im laughing look at this poor creature
I have never seen a more accurate portrayal of my creative process.
Ah, Artist’s Block. We were once such close friends, weren’t we? True, you still visit me from time to time, but I think of you fondly as I beat you over the head with my art books and an assortment of solid, heavy items.
“This is my family. I found it, all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.” - Stitch.
When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.
I swear to god, if tumblr goes to shit because of yahoo, people will suffer.