this girl posted a picture featuring her cystic acne uncovered, something that’s extremely stigmatized, in order to make a statement and spread positivity.
that’s it. that’s all she did.
she didn’t say she was the face of people with acne or act like she has it harder than other people. she just shared a feature that i’m sure she’s been shamed for and has struggled to love.
she’s literally 17-years-old and you’re 27. stop being a dick to kids when they haven’t done anything wrong.
when someone who stole a lot of your shit, spent over $1000 on your credit card which never got paid back, emotionally abused you and then continues to keep tabs on you is trying to sell in the same market now and using your photography to promote
i don’t generally get very upset about things like plagiarizing, artists i don’t get along with, etc but this is upsetting me.
just fyi i can’t even reblog the posts to claim photo credit so do not reblog from lamentedlocketsart unless you want to promote this person who completely fucked over my life and is now trying to profit from it and clearly making sure i can’t intervene because i can’t reblog from them or interact otherwise
people like this don’t belong in the community. i don’t usually resort to callout posts but i’m done here. this isn’t just personal anymore. this is business related.
His name is Black and was adopted by the workers of a construction site in Antofagasta, Chile. He was found by some workers near the area, when he was just a kitten, and they decided to take care care of him. The workers loved him and one of the cleaning ladies of the site designed some mini reflective jackets- and other outfits- for him. He was officialy named foreman and had its own access credential to the construction site.
I belive the constrution work finished on 2017 and he was adopted by one of the employees.
I am SUCH a sucker for the ‘grisly, damaged adult man who has to suddenly care for and protect an abandoned child and it’s NOT creepy’ trope. like give me more reluctant makeshift dads pleaze
By the way, this is what I look like now. Finally got on testosterone on September 22, 2015. And I also achieved my dream of having a beard. It’s not the best beard, but it’s mine and I love it.
Wow, I haven’t been active here for like 5 years now...
I don’t even know where to begin with this update. I’ve never made an update for being away this long before. I guess I’m going to try and give you guys the major details (if you guys even care that is, you probably don’t remember who I am lol)
So, my last post on here was about my grandma having cancer and being on the other side of the country from me. Unfortunately, on March 10, 2017 at 12:27am, my grandmother passed away from Leukemia. It broke my heart and almost a year later, I’m still devastated about it.
Back in February 2015, I went to a mental hospital for the first time ever. It was shitty, but I think I needed the break. I was so stressed out from culinary school and the 1 year anniversary of a really bad break up that I tried to kill myself. I probably wouldn’t have been able to handle another day of culinary school, honestly. It was hell. But a few days after I was discharged, I met my current boyfriend in person.
I mentioned him maybe once or twice, but I have a boyfriend who I’ve been with for almost 3 years now, since April 2015. His name is Al and he’s a pretty awesome guy. He accepts me for being trans, only sees me as my gender, and he takes care of me when I need it (whether it be emotionally, physically, or financially). I love him and I hope that I can spend the rest of my life with him. We met online through meetme and decided to actually meet each other in person one day. After having a great time hanging out, we just kept seeing each other and one thing led to another.
I have three cats now. I still have Scampers. I also have a tortie named Jill and a torbie (tortie/tabby) named Temmie (yes, after the Temmies in Undertale). They’re little shitheads but I love them.
I moved to a new city for the first time in my life in August 2017. I moved from a small town in the middle of Georgia to about 15 miles north of Atlanta, GA. I’ve never lived in a different city in my life, so it was really weird for me at first. I have a job now, but I’m still having trouble making friends.
Since I moved, I’ve been isolating myself from everyone except for Al because... well... I don’t know. I guess I’m just not used to being around people anymore. The last time I saw a friend of mine in person was Christmas 2017, but that was only for about 30 minutes because I had to work the next day and needed to go home to sleep.
In 2015, I was professionally diagnosed with PTSD from a very toxic relationship I was in for 3 years and from my childhood abuse. I don’t get flashbacks as often now that I’m on a shit ton of medication, but I do have nightmares almost every night... except if I smoke weed. I don’t know why it works, but it just does. It keeps my nightmares away if I get high before bed. I’ve also noticed that since I began to smoke regularly, my blood sugar levels have been very stable. I hardly ever get low blood sugar attacks anymore. I just wish I was in a state where it was at least medically legal, then I wouldn’t really be risking my freedom. But I do it because those nightmares are so awful that I can’t stand another one. I’ve tried countless medications, meditation, therapy, none of them keep the nightmares away except for the magical medicine.
In April 2017, I found out through my half sister’s cousin that the man I thought was my dad, the reason for my PTSD, isn’t actually my biological father. I met my biological father and he accepts me being trans, dating an Arab, and not being a Christian. He’s very religious and a little conservative, so this was a pleasant surprise for me. He actually treats me like a father should treat their child. He gives me love and respect and I do my best to give him love and respect in return.
My mom lied to me my whole life, telling me that my step-dad was my real biological dad. He just adopted me... and then abused me physically, verbally, and emotionally. And the fucked up system of Georgia still thought that he was a great parent. Bullshit. My PTSD and horrifying nightmares say otherwise. My mom STILL calls my step-dad my real biological dad and she always wants me to stay away from my real dad. He used to be addicted to meth, but he’s been clean for 13 years now with only one relapse, way back when he first quit. He’s not the man he was back in the 90′s, he’s a completely different man now and I wish my mother could see that.
Idk man I have a lot of problems lol. Which is why I’m going to be using this blog to vent. I’ll always use the tag “vent” when venting about something, so you can blacklist if you want.
But yeah, I’m not sure what else to say. I’ve been working on this post for a couple hours now trying to make sure I got every detail as accurate as possible. My memory is shit and I’ve been up all night, so my brain isn’t working properly right now lol.
I just lost two best friends because I didn't want them giving my boyfriend drugs that could hurt him emotionally. And I'M the one who doesn't clean when they don't clean after themselves and I'M the one who's being an immature child when they threw a fit when I said my boyfriend couldn't take acid because he just got off of his anxiety and depression medication. My boyfriend has the same amount of anxiety I had and one of my (now ex) best friends said I shouldn't take acid because of my anxiety levels. What a fucking hypocrite. Okay Fuck you too, assholes.
