ok you know what scotland where do you get off having all this cool shit and hot people and kilts and stuff
because look at these fucking things
THESE ARE FAIRY POOLS, YOU CAN FIND THEM IN THE ISLE OF SKYE AND YOU KNOW WHAT?
SCOTLAND STOP HOLDING OUT ON ME HERE
i fucking hate how nervous people make me like i can’t even walk down the road without feeling judged and that is just ridiculous
when you want to draw but you’re too stressed to do well on commissions and too guilt laden about the commissions thing to draw personal art so you just become an ouroboros of procrastination and anxiety
It’s so shitty to associate things you like to people because once those people are out of your life, you kinda lose interest in what used to make you happy and inspired because it brings bad memories back and it just sucks overall. Big time. Like fuck you, man, I hate you, isn’t that enough? Now I gotta hate everything we had in common too?