I keep beating back the temptation to reblog my own art just to remind myself that I wasn’t always a useless potato creature. Or like, just in case a new follower might not have checked my art tag… Or my old followers aren’t completely done with seeing the same six pieces of my art scroll past on their dashes.
i like when you walk down a brick pathway and you see a loose brick near the curb or a tree or something and part of you is like, “hey, free brick. i could take this brick out of the ground and have a brick. it’d be that easy, there’s just a brick that could be mine. that’s a nice brick too, what is that, a hexagon tile? look at the tessellation on that baby.” this allure of the free brick consumes me. i don’t know what i’d do though, carry a brick around the rest of the day? and then what would i do with it? that’s the catch with the free brick, it always presents itself at the least convenient time. also a brick isn’t that useful or nice. that’s the other negative.
you have better impulse control than I sir
*looks with both pride and greed at the paving stones I have stolen over the years*
pushing up your glasses when both your arms are full is impossible. i’m walking down the street throwing my head back like a pelican trying to knock back a fish.
what are u gonna doo??? :)
What any rational, unemployed person would do: go back to sleep until 11.