UBON'S PROFILE

what's a brent

I don't think you understood me.



in short, he looks like he'd get lost even in the grass at the side of the road. he looks like he's about eight inches high. if this wasn't intentional, you're going to need to change the scale of your shot.

let children have children's shows. there's this bizarre push among nerds to "reclaim" them for themselves, as if a work is somehow illegitimate until it has adult male fans. I don't really understand it.

a neckbeard all sitting in the corner of a ball pit hoarding all the balls because the kids don't know how to appreciate them.

(if you legitimately enjoy a thing that's considered to be for children, no problem there. it's only when people start to get weird about it that I have to stop and stare a bit.)

for as far back as I remember I've had recurring nightmares, both awake and asleep, in which I think too loudly (which is unfortunately the only way I can put it that makes any sort of sense) and in thinking about that thought (to try and suppress it) create an unstoppable feedback loop that somehow destroys everything. the colour green figures prominently for some reason, and the sensation that my tongue has swollen.

this scared me much more when I was younger, though. since then I've come to terms with the fact that I can't control what's inside my own head and it's very unlikely that I can destroy everything with my mind.

plenty of things weird me out or make me uncomfortable besides that, but that's pretty much the only thing that's ever really terrified me for a reason. I had an anxiety disorder as a kid and I spent so much time half-insane from a mindless, directionless terror with nothing behind it that I think I've just burnt out that part of me entirely.

alternate title: you wa shaq