Posts that are personal thoughts, observations, feelings, etc are tagged as "random" here.
Her/ She/ Dude are all accepted
Is anyone else completely terrified by the concept that you could, someday, meet someone who actually genuinely wants to spend the rest of their life in love with you?
do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like working and you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general
BUT YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING.It’s in words
yes. this is -yes.
yeah your wings are pretty fukkin rad i really need to learn from you on this subject tbh because mine are schiesse
overly simplified method: draw red zigzag first
important structure reference for when you’re actually putting the feathers on:
i mostly cheat and just scribble so much you cant see me fucking up the actual feathers but yeah im lazy
Douglas Adams’ metaphors are so thought-out like
"he moved with an ungainly restlessness, like a number of elderly squirrels trying to escape from a sack"
Seriously his descriptions are perfect, my personal favorite -
"Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath."