the problem with money is too much of it belongs to people who aren’t me
Why is it the people who need the most help won’t take it
I remember when I was a fetus I used to sneak out at night while my mother was sleeping
i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive
smoo told me to draw zutara week stuff so instead i drew some modern au gaang. sorry for my shitty handwriting.
whenever something happens where i end up getting physically hurt I don’t really react right away i just kinda stare at it like
"im not sure how i want to handle this intense pain im in right now im still trying to process that it happened should we call 911"