Sleep is for the Dead
me after finishing a really good book
me: finishes book
me: slowly closes book
me: exhales slowly
me: inhales slowly
me:
me:
me:
me: PTERODACTYL SCREECH
me: DYING WHALE NOISES
me: LION ROAR
((So this art monitor is the greatest thing I’ve ever bought. This is just a rough sketch to practice with this thing. There are so many errors but i dont care. I draw again.))

((So this art monitor is the greatest thing I’ve ever bought. This is just a rough sketch to practice with this thing. There are so many errors but i dont care. I draw again.))

marley93:

lifewasted:

templeofthebabes:

project-alexithymia:

skinnyliesandbloodylines:

serrabloodsong:

empresspinto:

reactional:

religiousmom:

if you think I won’t wear the same bra for three weeks straight you are dead wrong

some girls change their bras daily?

How often are you supposed to change them? O_o

Wait…you’re supposed to own more than one?

Wait some people only own one bra?

Dude, have you seen how expensive bras are for a comfortable one?

whats a bra

where am i

am I the bra?

pincie:

Please reblog if you are a girl and have ever been made to feel ashamed of one or more of these things (wanting to prove a point to some asshole):

-your weight

-your clothing choice

-your amount of make up

-having sex

-not having sex

-breast size

-having your period

-saying no

-not appreciating catcalls 

-masturbating

-body hair

((I’m slowly working on coming back proper. Neon is a generally angry person, and with the last week on January to just before my birthday in mid-March being a time tinged with a lot of bad memories and thus a shitton of anger, RP-ing might be a really good way for me to channel that. Character reference art is coming, once I get my tablet working right again.))

mandaflewaway:

This valentines Day card speaks for our generation

mandaflewaway:

This valentines Day card speaks for our generation

giraffepoliceforce:

a-singer-of-songs:

giraffepoliceforce:

When you’re a child they tell you about being an adult. They tell you about college and taxes and marriage and careers and arthritis and unconventional bowel movements and they don’t stop talking about it. They keep pounding it into your head over and over and over and over.

"You’re going to be an adult. You’re going to be an adult. You’re going to be an adult. You’re going to be an adult. You’re going to be an adult. You’re going to be an adult"

But there’s so much they don’t tell you. They don’t tell you that you’re going to watch the most talented people you’ll ever know give up on their dreams. They don’t tell you that you’re going to grow to love people and then watch their lives fall apart. They don’t tell you that you’re going to watch families destroy themselves. They don’t tell you how much death you’re going to see.

They spend so much time preparing you to be an adult that they forget to prepare you for life.

But, I guess, allow me to be an optimist here for once in my life (it never happens) and observe that there were a lot of really good things they never mentioned, either.

They never told me that I’d watch my friends become the most talented people I’ll ever know.  They never told me that the most talented people in the world would care about /my/ success.  They never told me that I would grow to love people and then we’d help each other keep our lives together, not for any personal gain, but just because we’re all worth that to each other.  They never told me I’d watch families build themselves— that I’d watch my friends get married.  They never told me how much /life/ I’d see, how many great places I’d go and how many amazing people I’d meet.  And I’m barely even what I’d classify as an “adult”, yet!  And look at all these spectacular things.

They never told me I’d have the freedom to stay up til 1AM talking to my friends even though I have an 8AM class, or the freedom to decide that I’m going to spend a large portion of my free time either riding horses or writing stories.  They never mentioned that even thought adulthood is all these responsibilities it’d be more fun not to have, it’s also all the choices I never knew I’d be allowed to make for myself.

And I think all that is worth at least /something/ in this consideration.

I like you.