Doc, 22, writer/artist/professional full-time college dropout, he/him. Art blog is Godsquito.
This is unrelated to anything but uh. I pass one particular paddock of goats and sheep on my way home and the other week one of the goats was eating like…this.
I can both hear this image, and feel it hitting me in the face
pi-TONK
so who else gets irrationally afraid and embarrassed about their interests being known to people in real life
#i’m not embarrassed but#i hate the thought of having to guard what i love#and defend any of my interests to others#people are the worst i don’t want them to know me
I call this “residual anxiety from being bullied for everything that made me even slightly unusual every day in junior high.”