Guys,,, It's Happening Again,,, It's Exam Season And My Brain Has Decided To Pick One (1) Song To Cling

“nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”

damn you must suck at cooking. check out some youtube tutorials man. i believe in you.

Preach I guess

i found this almost 90% finished rough pass of a mouthwashing animation that i totally forgot about. never posted it cuz "this looks bad and it's cringe" i kinda wanna finish it now

sorry about the shit awful quality tumblr won't take the high res

We’re doomed oh I mean good morning. I guess

being hungarian and speaking english is so funny, it's just endless "he- i mean she" "so her wi- HIS. his wife." "my mom asked so i told him... her. i told her." like mixing up gendered pronouns because your language doesn't have any sounds like bullshit and yet it is true and affects practically everyone i know.

"ohh my god you can't just-"

Am I yours to command? Does the collar 'round my neck have your name on it? I kneel to no king nor god, and I see no crown on you.

love how when i get a new interest, i’m like “oh god it’s happening again” and i’m stuck like that for about a week until everything explodes and any interest i’ve had prior is completely dwarfed for an unknown amount of time

To elaborate on this one: it really hurts my pride that I am no longer considered smart when it comes to academics, since uni level is LEAGUES ahead of the ~academicness~ I grew up in, but ah well, I'm, the little simple creature, will get the same degree as these smart people and I think I have less hatred in my heart then them

Maybe I am a simple being. But, consider, maybe being simple isn't all that bad. Maybe, just maybe, being intelligent isn't all that fun. Just a thought.

One thing I've been struggling with is accepting the fact that I am not my 16 y/o self anymore

It sounds silly, I know it does, but somehow I still find myself missing, yearning for the things I found interesting at 16, the things that brought me joy, that kept me going and find that they no longer serve that role

The music and the fandom surrounding it don't excite me anymore, the game I adored has been untouched for months with no future plans, the clothes I couldn't wait to get off the clothesline sit collecting dust at the bottom of a drawer

I listen to different music, found new games and thrifted new clothes but every time I open my playlist, every time look up my walls to see posters, every time I pull out that drawer, I'm reminded of different times and somehow get this bitter taste in my mouth

I want to be mad at the artist or the fandom, I want to be mad at the game developer or the brand that made the clothes, but I simply cannot

Yes, those things changed but that's not the problem, or rather, it's not that they changed, it's that I've changed

I've grown out of things and in times like this, in times of uncertainty, I just wish I could shrink back down

But I can't, so we must move on

Ever since coming to term with the fact that what I'm experiencing is, infact, imposter syndrome, sometimes I get these spurs of self awareness and find the situation rather funny. Like, I catch myself almost wanting to talk to myself like a parent or mentor like "Yes, you did write that, and yes, it sounds pretty professional, but that doesn't make it not yours, you silly!"