Me at 9: OK time for bed
My brain at 1:23 after not being able to sleep: eat, eat, eat, eat…
Me: wtf nooo,, I’m not fucking getting up ;-;
I have a 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒 headcanon about Franziska being super happy whenever she sees her little brother smiling
Sorry about the lack of updates lately, got a new job so I’ve had a little trouble finding time to draw.
Level easy: Car Radio
Level moderate: Migraine
Level hard: Heavy Dirty Soul
Level insane: Ode To Sleep
Level impossible: Kitchen Sink
Level try to not die: Levitate
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americatress
would you guys like to see the greatest beanie baby poem ever written
For the record, this is runner:
Not at all what I thought it would be.
Exactly what I thought it would be.
Do Not call me a liar on my own post again!
It is a real poem! And it is magnificent.
