why all my friends are so skinny, pretty and smart and i’m just piece of fat ugly shit whose biggest achievement is not eating all day and not committed suicide yet
whatever you do, keep making art. write in clichés. paint in colours that are too bright. speak in poetry. sketch everything. allow yourself to make mistakes. grow. hold tight to it when everything goes wrong – whatever else happens, you’ll always have the art.
yall love trans boys until they start T and get manly and hairy and grow a trans guy penis and get deep voices and some belly chub and get a fucked high sex drive and not some “uwu space smol bean boy” that you wanna romanticize so deeply and “protect”
whatever yeehaw
Not only is this the tea, the yeehaw is the cherry on top
Megaatomicjellyfishcollector 