i dont really… WANT… to leave tumblr. ive been here since 2011
no other platform has the right format for me to just randomly barf actual thoughts, joaks, and genuine creative content all in the same breath. i dont know how to compartmentalize
the reason stories and art exist is because, when pushed for answers that dont exist, the human soul is all but forced to just start making stuff up. whatever comes out is shaped by our experiences the same way play dough squeezed out of different objects with holes of varying size and shape would come out differently from each object when it is pushed out. im making all of this up right now but it makes sense dont it? thats art. freshly squeezed right out of my experiences babey
