Have my face. I know it's been a while. I cut my hair and colored it. Also, I feel like I did a hella decent job with my makeup for once, even aged with some eyeshadow.
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Have my face. I know it's been a while. I cut my hair and colored it. Also, I feel like I did a hella decent job with my makeup for once, even aged with some eyeshadow.
I was really excited to work on the broom shop painting but my hand started hurting from the repetitive strain injury. This happens pretty often, and when it does, I like to switch from SAI on my desktop tablet to Procreate on my iPad. The change in posture between these two methods lessens the hand pain.
I don't like to make big details paintings on a tiny iPad screen so for now I'm jotting down my broom ideas for the shop :D So far we have Celestial Oak, Spying Aspen, and Heathland Shroom. What other brooms would you like to see?
Why am I alive? What purpose do I serve? I want to feel something more than this emptiness. If I died today would anyone really be affected? Would anyone care? I know one person, and it's my son. He is the only reason I am still alive. The only one.
At this point I am just going through the motions of life. I'm not even enjoying it. I have on a mask. This is all pretend. I'm dying inside and no one even knows. No one even cares. The wellbutrin hides it well. But not well enough. I can still tell. I can still see. I see it all so clearly.
I don't think anyone actually loves me. There are people around but I feel alone. I feel so disconnected. Nothing feels right.
I need to find myself again. I feel like shit all the time and my self-esteem is back to an all time low. 😩
nothing sexier than that picture with the italian players on top of eachother after the win and the english ones going through the 5 stages of grief in the back
THIS ONE
i can see it
ITALIAN MANWHORE SUMMER
always reblog italian manwhore summer
wish i didn’t need constant reassurance that people actually enjoy my company wish i genuinely felt liked and didn’t go through life feeling like I’m burdening every person i come across
Your job shouldn’t be your first priority,that weird lesbian on tumblr should be.
reblog if women with swords
I wish I wasn't so broken. Maybe I could be loveable. Maybe that's why everyone leaves. But that just shatters me even more. They all deserve someone who can just be free and happy. I feel trapped in my own mind. I cannot escape this. No matter how much I try. I'm suffering and no one is listening.
I don't think my husband actually loves me. I think he just loves what I have to offer.