This comic has made me legitimately happy, just saying.
When people tell u that your art is meaningless and that being an artist is not as important as being a doctor and they say “art doesn’t save lives” and u say “but art saved my life” and then they ask u “how many other lives have u saved with your stupid drawings” and u say “it doesn’t matter, I saved my own life and that is enough”
All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack.
This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth?
The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen.
At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours.
Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk.
But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting.
The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate.
They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole.
And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.
just some stuff i’ve been putting on my instagram :).
A Steve is a Steve no matter how small.
A Steve is a Steve no matter how tall.
Really highlights how much of a difference Bucky would have had to get used to.
OMFG I JUST REALIZED IMAGNINE HOW MANY TIMES BUCKY TURNED AROUND TO SAY SOMETHING TO STEVE AND WAS SUDDENLY TALKING TO HIS BOOBS AND YOU JUST KNOW STEVE CRACKED A JOKE ABOUT “MY EYES ARE UP HERE, BUDDY” AND “IS THIS WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE ONE OF THE GIRLS YOU DATE? *COVERS CHEST IN PRETEND SHYNESS*”
aslkdfjasdfkljsfjk ITS SO AMUSING!
this is fckn beautiful
EW STEVE ROGERS WORE THE SAME UNDERPANTS FOR SEVENTY YEARS
my favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee said “i’m going to die” and drank the whole thing
The older I get the more this resonates with me
Okay. I’ll admit it. I’m a basic bitch.
So what if I like the feel of hot, pumpkin spice coffee wrapped around my hands. Yeah, you like my nail polish? It’s Essie in “Take it Outside.” That’s taupe with pink undertones, motherfucker. I got bottles of em in 30 shades of gray, cranberry, wine,…
“You can’t control the Universe. You are the water, not the rock.”
But actually, after a very long time, if it keeps going, the water will eventually shape the rock. You don’t realize it at first but it’s happening, it happens every second. Yes, you’re the water, but if you can’t see how you changed the universe, it doesn’t mean you didn’t.
You are what everyone needs in their life