My writing is a divine spark of creation, dude. I will not associate it with the abominable, senseless id of the machine, bro. I will not yield the integrity of meaningful thought to a slurry of "vibes" and "energy," dog. I am in common cause with my artist comrades, bud.

Pretty sure Tumblr is worth so little at this point, *I* could afford to buy it, and that all started with the porn ban.

I completely forgot my pfp is this exact thing, but it kinda proves my point also

Not a criticism of people who do, obviously. This is not me saying, "Never talk to me," I just rarely feel as though I have anything to say that warrants me barging into a post.

Kinda happens when I draw too, when I find that ideal pose or figure out how to draw or render something new

The standards are really in the shitter when I read Frieran and audibly sigh in relief that no one opens a fucking stat menu