What If The Solution To All Your Problems Is To Get Really Into The History Of Polar Exploration. Have

u can eroticize anything. today im working on shipwrecks and naval battles

Had i seen this play in theater i would have crawled out of my skin to escape what's happening on stage

Expressing my lifelong love of sharks by painting a sweet little nurse shark

Prints

finished reading The Worst Journey in the World and I am not okay!!

Why did the thing that reinvigorated my love of sketching and actually using my sketchbook have to be pencils that cost £30 for a pack of 12. Really couldn’t have been something cheaper

anywhere can be the trenches with the right mindset

first day as a 20th century polar explorer i’m selected to go on the super special sledging trip with my polycule but succumb to scurvy and my preexisting heart condition i will never tell anybody about and they have to carry me back to the ship. second day as a 20th century polar explorer the dominant member of my polycule convinces my favorite boyfriend to vote me out survivor-style and send me home on the invalid ship so i am now a bitter 27 year-old divorceé. third day as a 20th century polar explorer i’m begging wealthy widows for money but my evil gay kleptomaniac brother aids in the theft of the crown jewels of ireland and shames the family so nobody will give me a ship. fourth day as a 20th century polar explorer one of my benefactors makes me bring a huge fuckoff car to antarctica and i run out of space for food so all of my men almost starve and the car doesn’t even work. fifth day as a 20th century polar explorer my evil ex dies and i finally get to go back to the pole but my ship gets fucked and i have to spend 2 years dragging my men home and when i get back the royal geographical society are still publicly cucking me and nobody cares because of wwi. sixth day as a 20th century polar explorer i round up the boys for one last hurrah but die of that same preexisting condition before we can even get anywhere like a #boss. which is also what they call me.

happy monday from lieutenant neptune

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Victor Frankenstein syndrome aka you spent nights over nights crying and bleeding over this work and now that it's finally done you're just like "nvm. it's trash" and go to bed