Nothing Beats A Nice Train Ride In The Countryside

Sundrop: I have glitter glue, y-you like glitter glue?!! Googly eyes???

Gregory: I have to go! My friend is waiting for me!

Sundrop: W-Wait! UH- I HAVE A TABLET!!

Gregory: …

*twenty minutes later*

Freddy: Superstar, is everything alright in there?! You’ve been in there for a while!

Gregory: Yeah, I’m good! Just watching YouTube videos with Sunny!

Freddy: Wha-

if my extended family says anything cringe to me over thanksgiving dinner then i'm going to explain neopronouns to my eight year old cousin

I like invertebrates because they have no bones :]

Afternoon nap!

I don't know why, but Wally is stupidly difficult for me to draw, but I loved how he turned out here. I'm leaning!! :D

Got the insertion for this while looking at some of clown's doodles and seeing Barnaby sleeping and I just had to draw THEM. Love the best buddies!

“I know I am cute" 

(意外と可愛い - りぼん日記から)

Me in my mind: Do you ever wonder what it’s like to be a fish? What it’s like to inhabit the aquatic world? Fish literally exist inside their element. Do you wonder how it feels to breathlessly suck in the water too thick for our lungs, enjoy the feeling, revel in the fresh cool water washing over your gills? Wander the world around you in perfect three dimensions, no longer restrained by gravity. Watch the sunlight ripple through the waves, dancing on the bottom. Even the darkness of night and winter is no longer frightening, as you can feel every movement of your fellow kin and the environment around you. Inches apart, never touching, yet you feel it all. How does it feel to fill your swim bladder with gas and rise from the deep dark muck motionlessly like a regal ghost ship from the fog? How does it feel to caress the weeds and reeds with your fins, jump briefly from the waves into a world so unlike your own, of thin atmosphere and dry air? And to think, we were fishes once, our ancestors. Look at how far we’ve come from home! We have different coating on top of our skin which harms the ray-fins’ mucus, our scales adapted into hairs long ago, we posture ourselves like seahorses with no tail, our hands are made for holding onto things. We’re so different now, and yet, so similar. Every time I look into the eye of a fish I see understanding: a fellow traveler of the Earth whose circumstances brought her and me together. Her eyes study my body and my surroundings. Does the fish look at me, through the same glass, and wonder about the other world like I do? Does she imagine what it’s like? What does she feel?

Me out loud to my family: damn can you believe fish are real

much better footage of the haka that shut down parliament today