she’s ready for you
you know what’d be a fun exercise
get a writer and an artist together. artist does a sketch, writer writes a handful of paragraphs. they give them to each other.
writer has to write a handful of paragraphs on the scene depicted in the sketch, and it cant be just like, describing it. artist has to draw a new sketch from the writing.
it’d be a neat lil’ flex-the-muscles sort of thing.
Follow this blog to be frequently reminded that Sokka is dead
science side of tumblr: explain the ending of neon genesis evangelion
when attractive people have low standards
My time to shine.
My 4 year old brother told me he was scared to grow up and cried for like 10 minutes straight
finally I asked why he was so scared
and he said he was scared of drinking coffee
i think my parents need to move out
i hate looking ugly the first time i meet someone like wait i can do better than this i swear
I hate that I take so long to reply. Like, everything distracts me. I can be in the middle of replying and look at my wall like. “Damn.. what kind of white is this? Is this a pale white? Off brand white?”