Well.
I sucked it up.
I did the thing.
I made the GoFundMe I've been putting off.
If you or yours could spare anything at all to help me cover things, I would be grateful.
I hate that feeling of having a love for something crushed out of you prematurely. Like it makes you queasy and uncomfortable to discuss it any more because it just hurts feeling where those sentiments have been damaged to a point you don't recognize that part of yourself anymore
@docsquiddy
As far as I figure it has to do a lot with the speed and turn over of when buildings went up. Things are always under construction and during particularly big booms they're absolutely going to skimp on the things you don't see.
Lazy and cheap but they don't really care.
@reapersun_art
I keep coming back to this.
One of the things I've always loved and appreciated about your work is how you not only draw men but how you draw and differentiate their body hair.
It seems like a small thing, the body hair, but it always strikes me how many people don't add it.
Any time someone uses tarot as a shorthand for ANCIENT EEEEEEEVIL my eyes roll so far back into my skull that I can see the archeologist who finds it one day and uses it as a soup bowl.
It's always fun when I get gifts mailed to me by my sister.
I never know when it's her or if I ordered something and forgot about it because it's hard to tell the difference.
One year she sent me realistic elf ears.
Another time she sent me a mug calling me a salty bitch.
I miss my dad.
I wish I could talk about it with my family, properly unpack it, properly examine it, but I can't. And I won't.
I'm just going to be missing him and get a little fucked up inside whenever I smell tobacco, coffee, and leather jackets.
Went to make some cheap ass ramen and accidentally inhaled the flavor dust. I keep coughing but it tastes delicious each time I do so, I mean, could be a worse way to die, I guess.
I've never met a chihahua that *didn't* need a therapist, a self help book, some level of mood altering substance, and a good nap.
All at the same time.
Fuck it.
Why's latin gotta be the default "magic" language?
I wanna hear spellwork that can only be done with the thickest fucking Boston accent known to man.
@Michigrimk
@sonofether
Everyone wantin' to be Billy the Badass until winter comes and they're burning their own poop for warmth after eating their friend Jimbob's femur.
@Michigrimk
@athena_rose922
@sonofether
Basically anyone who is creative needs an editor or a filter or someone who tells them when enough is enough. You can pick and pick and adjust and pick and restart and change and fiddle with until the end of time. Pushing and pushing until you're beyond the point of "enough."
The difference between fictional and actual violence is immeasurable. I'm sure there's people who can and do confuse the two, but those are people who have other detachments to begin with.
Being in the position of receiving and giving each ... Well ...
@Michigrimk
I feel like the vast majority of the time, the people who claim that fictional violence desensitizes you to real life violence have never experienced this kind of real-life violence. It's all theoretical to them. They don't know the fear, the feel, the taste.
I've determined that the reaction I have towards grandpas with wholesome energy is similar to the feeling some people have towards babies, dogs, and pictures of baby Yoda.
What I'm trying to say is that I really want to take Bernie Sanders on a walk and buy him a treat.
I'm getting pestered by family to move back home again.
It kind of drives me bonkers because people wanted me to leave so damn badly and now every time I pop a squat they want me back.
There's things I miss, yeah, but visiting back home reminded me of why I left.
I dunno if you really want information or not haha. I'll assume you do. So in the 1940s it was a fad that last into (at least) the 1960s. Propeller beanies were supposedly a scifi fan thing among kids and there was a tv show featuring characters wearing them and there was art ...
I dunno if you really want information or not haha. I'll assume you do. So in the 1940s it was a fad that last into (at least) the 1960s. Propeller beanies were supposedly a scifi fan thing among kids and there was a tv show featuring characters wearing them and there was art ...
Dear Universe,
Just be kind to me for a little bit. I'm trying very hard and I feel like I can't make headway. Please, just a little kindness, a little happiness. It's all I can ask.
I've been thinking about how much shit I've been given throughout my life due to my issues with eye contact. I try to remember to make eye contact but, honestly, all my life I've been ripped by peers, teachers, managers, customers, family, etc about my difficulty.
I'm painting my nails, talking about games, scrolling down twitter, and listening to a true crime story while trying to figure out my lunch schedule for next week and googling for an update on a manwha I'm reading... Which I'll prolly then read and forget I was painting my nails.
@docsquiddy
There is almost the understanding that they messed up but also the assumption they will be forgiven. They can not comprehend a situation where their actions are unforgivable.
Using religious cherry picking is what got you here. It sure as shooting isn't going to get you out.
In 2000, Elon Musk tried to rebrand PayPal as , but was forced out by the board and replaced as CEO by Peter Thiel.
Now he’s doing the same to Twitter, but is surrounded by sycophants who can’t tell him it’s a bad idea.
Read more:
Ever think about all that music, all those books, all that anime, movies, games, television shows, stories, and other media that are irrevocably lost to you because of their format, lack of localization, or stupid as hell region locking?
Like, okay, let's frame it like this:
I used to be the very model of the middle child. I arranged all the family stuff, did all the communications between everyone, I was the one that got the troubling phone calls.
I don't do that now.
I don't know who does.
I'm getting pestered by family to move back home again.
It kind of drives me bonkers because people wanted me to leave so damn badly and now every time I pop a squat they want me back.
There's things I miss, yeah, but visiting back home reminded me of why I left.
If I wear a normal damn skirt it's 5 or 6 inches shorter in the back than the front.
I have skirts that are below the knee on front street and only suitable for some Vegas alleys in the back.
I gotta tell you, I'm having a goddam existential crisis on the norm about my butt.
Flashback to when my cat was a year old and we shaved her down during the summer so she'd be more comfy and she felt like velvet.
She actually liked getting shaved, btw.
When I fired up the clippers the following summer she came running for it.
@docsquiddy
I once caught and pinched my boob between two freshly washed steam table pans and I had to cross the kitchen with it pinched in there and hurting like a mofo because I had nowhere to put them.
Poor thing was bruised all to hell.
You have my sympathy.
Years ago I almost wound up living in some ham enthusiast's basement in Baltimore.
I can never decide if I made the right choice turning down the offer.
After all, he did offer me a ham.
The problem with me having weird, punny, rhyming slang names for things is using those names around people who don't grok what's going on which means I have to explain which means it's all very awkward I am sorry.
Grooming Doggos the Continuation is a good game tho.
That sharp feeling of not knowing who to trust, that metallic prickle in your throat, never gets any easier.
It's like you've swallowed ants and they're clawing their way back out, using their mandibles for traction.
@Michigrimk
@underwoodfive
You branch out into arts and crafts. Rather, you become arts and crafts. Pelvis becomes a hoe, skull a soup bowl, ribs a xylophone... Sky's the limit!
If I wear a normal damn skirt it's 5 or 6 inches shorter in the back than the front.
I have skirts that are below the knee on front street and only suitable for some Vegas alleys in the back.
I gotta tell you, I'm having a goddam existential crisis on the norm about my butt.
Why am I even mentioning this?
I don't fucking know. Might delete it later.
If you need petite length pants or a skirt and you have a giant ass ass? Better learn how to sew because you're going to have buy shit that's way too big and hem it/take it in to accomodate your bumper.
Hi, everyone!
I've been on the struggle bus this year and, honestly, broke down and set up a gofundme. Even if you're unable to donate, I genuinely appreciate any retweets you can muster!
The good part is (outside of the anxiety and trauma in relation to health, security, finances, employment, food, bills, politics, and the general welfare of everyone I know and love) my mental health amazing lately!
I have two absolute favorite digimon.
This is one of them.
I love tokomons with a burning passion.
Small, cute, 50% teeth, spits bubles made of acid.
Perfection.
I just want the capability to, just once, fill the gas tank and not worry about the cost. Take a nice meandering drive, stop some place unknown, and eat a meal that I don't worry about calculating for.
I'm so tired of crying in the parking lot.
I don't remember a time I didn't carefully calculate out how much gas I could afford and then put it up against how much I had to travel to go to work or run errands or get food. Mid-month and you can only swing half a tank? Good luck.
You know you're really queer when your partner dies and her mother tells the mortuary folks that she and you were just friends even though you were planning to wed.
Just gals being pals.
@docsquiddy
By which I mean "I always hoped you'd talk to me! Tell me how you're doing. I always tried my best. I just want to hear fron you, kiddo! I just wanted you to be a good kid!"
Ah gee maybe they meant well and it wasn't as bad as I thought and ... No, wait. 🤔
I commented to a friend once that I refuse to do a sex act for any real sum of money... But I will totally do a murder for $500 bucks if it came down to it.
A family member of mine used to work for SCAD at the administrative level. She has stories. Some of them are horrible.
SCAD, by and large, isn't worth it.
SCAD Alum here, class of 2009. It’s not worth what they’re charging per quarter. Also it’s really gross that they’re trying to guilt trip students into returning to school by this potential dropout rate crap.