*settles into bed with blankets laptop headphones a drink and everything* ahh yes perfect. I have to pee.
isnt it odd how the human mind expands inwardly forever
i can build characters and worlds and universes and define new laws of nature
construct stories and timelines and fit it all together inside my own head
and yet i can’t draw a fUCKING LAMP
how did jack frost handle feeling alone for three hundred years i can’t even handle it for three minutes
it’s called his hand
i didnt zoom in on that pic and i thought it said “how do you think i make snow”