Oh boy I can't wait to log into discord and see what my friends were up to while I was asle-

Shakespeare's Macbeth

two houses

both alike in discord

in the voice chat where we set our scene

Reblog daily for health and prosperity

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Ah beans, big Amazon finally got me

Hi there, a kind soul on instagram informed me that you can find horrifically pixelated prints of my art being sold on amazon for a whooping 20 dollars (DOUBLE what I actually sell it for on inprint) so I would just like to reiterate:

THE ONLY WEBSITE WHERE I SELL PRINTS ON IS INPRNT DOT COM, UNDER THE USERNAME MEANBOSSART.

THE ONLY SUBSCRIPTION SERVICE I OFFER IS ON MY PATREON, UNDER THE USERNAME MEANBOSSART.

If you ever see anything with my art/name on it being sold anywhere else that I didn't personally announce about on my tumblr, patreon, or instagram, it is not ever me and I cannot assure you about the quality or security of the transaction you're making or product you're purchasing.

Also rest assured that I already got in touch with amazon, but I realize that this will inevitably happen again, so please stay smart!

negative affirmations

My car is getting serviced and this auto shop has a shop dog and he's ridiculous. Look at this guy. This is a grown ass man.

Our roomba (Dracula) gets his eyes caught on things so husband has removed them while he vacuums. I’m really uncomfortable watching Dracula bumble into stuff with tape patches marking his eyeless sockets while he cleans our house for free. I hate that Husband returns his eyes when he’s finished, accidentally reinforcing a sort of “eyes are for good little workers” message.

I need to glue the styrofoam eyes on better so Dracula can have them all the time. And maybe I’ll feed him a handful of sand just for him as a thank you for all his hard work.

@horrorridden

Husband named him Dracula because:

i hope a ceiling fan falls on the empty spot in the bed next to you and it starts understanding your needs

this post always makes me so emo... here's me next to my ceiling fan that i turned off for the first time in months to draw

stop reblogging this post without the art this is the only version that exists now

when you realize

My favourite thing in the world is seeing folks act like real human beings around big celebrity personalities

googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much

I actually, genuinely think social event aftercare would fix me. I need someone to put me to bed and say "you were fun today and no one hated you"

I’m

The youth are lost

Nah man that's a northern bobwhite

I love Bruce