okay think good thoughts for me for the next handful of hours please

I am tempted to nap at 5 pm DO NOT LET ME.

Kitadai Shōzō, mask of Harlequin as worn by Kanze Hisao, 1955

Dorian Vallejo (American, b. 1968, NYC, USA, based Easton, PA, USA) - The Clarity of Thought  Paintings: Oil, Collage on Panel

join me on my strawberry soda adventure (it’s just drinking strawberry soda)

I have feelings for all of you and we can make this work

Can you hear me? Will you listen?
Don’t come near me. Don’t go missing.
And in the lissome light of evening:
Help me, Cosmia; I’m grieving.

the love I feel for my lizard is something you will never understand until I eventually probably someday make a zine about it

I’ll be doing something very scary and painful on Monday. And hopefully after that the evil will be exorcised and I can focus on puppets again

the life-changing magic of picking up the shit that’s been sitting on your floor for weeks

The problem is I always want to dm my mutuals some shit like “I consider you an ally to my cause”

Reblog to tell your mutuals “I consider you an ally to my cause”

The problem is I always want to dm my mutuals some shit like “I consider you an ally to my cause”

Reblog to tell your mutuals “I consider you an ally to my cause”

Harold and Kumar Go to Each Other

do me a favor and plz reblog with your five most recently used non-face, non-hand, non-heart emojis

Oh god it’s the same lesson again in a different form

(trying to give relationship advice) from a narrative perspective i think both of you dying together would be the most emotionally satisfying resolution but i’m guessing that’s not what you want to hear

The Hand (1965), directed by Jiří Trnka (February 24, 1912 – December 30, 1969).

gregory dawson

New Taylor swift song called fuck like a mountain rat

let’s be several years behind together

janet lipkin in art to wear - julie schafler dale (1986)

in all my frenzied posting I didn’t even mention that my daughter is pregnant 🥚

im the guy who makes the broad brushstroke impressionistic oil paintings for the covers of literary fiction about white families imploding due to generations of buried secrets. they dont actually pay me they just send more oil paint and i eat some of it and use the rest for the next painting

remember when I was so excited about puppets :/

if you send me a few dollars on paypal (cloevr) or venmo (cloevr) with a character you like i’ll draw it for you :) feel free to add other details also like color scheme, things you want them doing, etc.

feel free to check @cloevart for examples :) here’s some

so.. money is kind of non existent for us until next month (and in general but at least my stepdad does get paid a bit next month) so if anyone has a few bucks to spare either for a commission or as donation id be really grateful

being heartbroken is a tiny bit fun and sexy in addition to the oppressively soul-crushing part of it but admittedly after SEVERAL MONTHS that chicness starts to wear off