my good good roadtrip sibs and their weirdo alien-to-this-reality new friend on a little shore-side (shore not pictured) rest stop
the composition is really nothing careful (makes me stare at those trees) but i’m glad to be doing more with bgs + props + colour! for something that started as a random sketch im really happy with it
let me tell you motherfuckers about a thing. see this shit right here?
in america, you can hand out these little motherfuckers to people in exchange for shit like goods and services. theyre called “dollars.” you would only see this shit in the good old motherfucking USA.
I don’t understand how people say mean things so easily lol like someone could have spent years learning to love themselves and you say something and take them back to square one with just a few words
he asked me what my deal was. i spend a lot of time sleeping. i feel nothing. i can’t bring myself to care about important things. i fixate on the smallest things. drive myself up a wall or else make no contact at all. my deal is that i don’t know how to be real anymore. i am unstitched. i have no idea if i even exist.
miss me with that ‘weapon accuracy’ shit. im shooting everything. im laying down cover fire. im shooting the walls. im shooting my teammates. im shooting myself. my accuracy is 100% yall just dont know what im aiming at
I didn’t even read the rest because I’m still laughing at “miss me with that ‘weapon accuracy’ shit” like I’ve never read a more perfect phrase in my life
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