cat: myeow
everyone in the room with the same tone and inflection: myeow
Author: theeehoney
A kid at work has decided that they don’t want to play with the kitchen set, and don’t want to play Barbies, but would instead rather take the them-sized stove and the Barbie-sized stove and pretend that they’re mommy and baby stoves.
The baby stove is currently at stove school, which is for stoves.
The mommy stove is at work, and apparently makes soup for a living, which I know because this kid is has been chanting, “I MAKE SOUP AND I DO IT ALL DAY / EVERY SINGLE SOUP SECOND, EVERY SINGLE SOUP WAY,” louder and louder and higher and higher to the point where it’s now either being sung by the world’s loudest mouse or the world’s most out-of-breath six-year-old.
wild how i never have time to draw now that i’m an art student. relatedly here are some critrole sketches from my lecture notes that i liked
stop treating people you admire and love like gods. when you put romanticized versions of the people you love above the people they really are, then you’ve done yourself and them a disservice. they cannot possibly ever live up to the ideal you’ve created of them, and they will inevitably disappoint you. you will be let down by someone you previously thought was perfect, or worthy of admiration, but perfection has never and will never exist, and if you look for it in a place it isn’t, you will always be let down, and it isn’t fair to you but it isn’t fair to the person you’ve romanticized in the first place. you must realize and tear down the veil of impossible standards (whether physical or more psychological) because they were never possible to attain in the first place.
Pass Through Fire 