I Don't Even...

I felt like uploading this because it’s pretty much the only thing I’ve drawn that I like, as of late.

I don’t really care if people look at my art anymore. I just draw for my own amusement, but I’m just always so frustrated or just so un-motivated that I can’t make anything that I’m ever proud of. I don’t know who to ask for help or where I can even get advice. It really doesn’t matter though, I just get overly upset and rage quit.

kabukins:

art is hard

theeyeofthetigger:

“Lord of the flies”

I LAUGHED HARDER THAN I SHOULD HAVE AT THIS

thatfoxgirl:

Scout removed his mouth from Sniper’s and stared at the door.

“What the fuck man, don’t you know how to fucking lock doors!” he hissed.

“Oi it seemed locked when I-” Sniper stopped as he saw the orange furry thing standing in the doorway.

“What the bloody hell is that!”

“I AM THE LORAX AND I SPEAK FOR THE TREES MOTHER FUCKER.”

ahhaha omfg help Libby’s been writing stuff in our Skype chat I can’t

Yeah. I’m just going to go curl up and die.

Iwearnopants: What you do with your butts is your business.

 (I work in a Coffee Shop. I was on break in the lobby when a couple walks in. Directly behind them is a cute little boy in Batman costume.)
Me: “Oh my God! It’s BATMAN!”
 (The boy stops, strikes a pose and starts looking around menacingly. After a few seconds, he approaches the counter.)
Mother: “Jeff, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “I am not Jeff. I am The Batman.”
Mother: “The Batman, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “Yes. Yes, The Batman would.”
 (The couple pays while the boy sits down with his chocolate milk. He keeps a stern look on his face as he sips the drink.)
Boy: *sips* “Gotham is safe.”

thatfoxgirl:

what even are we doing anymore