The Bride’s Guide To Unreal Floristry, Entry 23

The Magician 🎩 Chibi Marvin tarot card 💙🖤 I’ve been playing around with the idea of making tarot cards with Jack & Marks Egos. 💙

✏️ Meaning: The Magician points to the talents, capabilities and resources at the querent's disposal to succeed. The message is to tap into one's full potential rather than holding back, especially when there is a need to transform something.

(Pretty Please Reblog 💕 Do not Repost)

Chibi requests are Open 💌

some jack icons idk 

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to whoever needs to hear this right now: you’re doing fine. you’re doing well. your writing is good enough. you are good enough. please don’t second guess yourself, because you are doing fantastic. yes, i know it’s hard when the writing block hits, and yes, i know how you wish you could be better for everyone, but you are doing your best and your best is more than good enough. look at you, look at what you’ve created. look at what you’re doing. you are creating. that is a beautiful talent. creation. you  make things come to life in what you do. you are so unique like that. you’re a writer. a creator. you’re good, sport. you’re more than good enough.

I have lived times others would say are best forgotten.

War Jameson needs a hug and a lot of therapy – but where can he find anyone in this future who would believe he was in a World War?

Please don’t repost my art; like or reblog instead.

I made this through a pic thing :3

Been a year since my first fanart of @therealjacksepticeye and I just can’t process how in one year I got to befriend many, contribute to many, and rekindle my passion to art. Thank you, Mr. Septic Man. For being the highlight of my year :’) and here’s to many more.

Anyone: [does something stupid and gets themselves hurt]

Schneep: After I lovingly nurse vou back to life, I vill kill vou.

Sometimes you try to go to bed early like a responsible adult that had to medicate a dog at 9AM but then you wake up feeling the weight of all your past rejections and abandonments and all the horrible, petty thoughts you had to have about people you loved to protect yourself back then and that’s pretty awful, but that’s your past self coming to the only person they can rely on for comfort so you embrace them and cry it out and tell them it’s ok to feel this grief until it passes because it always will and when it does maybe you take to dogs out to the one fast food joint open after midnight and and sit with them in the dark with the radio on, sharing fries and remembering that while every human is fallible (including yourself) you’re always deserving of love and maybe some mozzerella sticks.