Made this for my Advanced Cartooning class. Can’t tell if the professor liked it or not.
Poor Satan never gets any blowjobs because his penis has a snake tongue because he’s Satan.
Just take a minute. This won’t make your blog “ugly.”
90% of people won’t reblog this. Keep scrolling if you don’t have a heart.
I am too obsessive. It’s dangerous. It’s an illness. Could it be linked to my OCD? I don’t know, but it’s so distressing. Maybe I should call it “passion,” so it seems like a beautiful curse. Thank the Universe for art or I’d pop like a pimple.
Sex advice for all you who need it.
If anything seems bad in life, it’s only a false impression created in your mind by the depression.
The anger is a natural and proportional reaction to the offensive feelings and thoughts inserted into your head by the depression.
I’ll win this, I’ll beat this; I’m already conquering it.
I’m too sentimental for my own good. I can’t throw a thing away. Wilting flowers make me sick to my stomach. I believe my stuffed animals have feelings. I still know the exact location of a tiny little corner of a piece of tissue my sister gave me years ago as a joke. Lord, let there be a reason for my madness, some good that can come from it.
Don’t you girls hate it when you think you’re done with your period and then you masturbate and blood gushes out? Me too!!
I’m still a baby, I still have as many needs as a baby has, because I’m just a little baby, and I’m vulnerable. I just got smarter as I grew—I did not become any less of a baby. Smart babies are still needy babies. Cradle me, play with me, rock me to sleep.