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“EIIGY QEE POCR CII = FUCK OFF” - all you need to do is connect the dots! Get it HERE.
the shirt has two sets of dots and when you connect the dots by making a small fold in the shirt up the bottom half of the bottom words help the top half of the top words spell “fuck off”
i had a hard time understanding what was happening
I need this shirt after today.
How my friends see me draw:
How I really draw:
I’m pretty sure all the art folks out there might appreciate this.
I, too, incoherently shout ‘GOH-RILL-UHHHHHHHH’ as I draw. It is my process.
bonus: me taking advice from my art teacher
Isn’t that true
ACCURATE
The most annoying part of this is that I can’t do a majority of my makeup work because it needs done on a program at the school.
Hufflepuff Thunderbird INFP Dapple Grey Stallion Patronus @beengrowingyounger
friendly reminder to able-bodied people-
- it’s not up to you to determine whether or not someone ‘looks’ disabled
I find it hard to tell people how I’m feeling, because I’m worried about how it will make them feel.
I almost wish I was still there.
IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER
you have to come to terms with the fact my chronic illness is in fact, chronic
Hufflepuff: What do you call a dictionary on drugs? Slytherin: If you say “addictionary” I will cut you. Hufflepuff: Actually I was going to say “high definition” but yours was way better.
Bless whoever made this.
*Cries real tears*
Nothing feels better than proving them wrong
Dreams come true. Don’t let what anyone says stop you.
Just a set of quick photos I did for class.
Chronic illness 101.
This is a simple yet beautiful depiction of thousands of people’s daily lives. Everyone who does not understand the Spoon Theory or chronic illness (physical or mental) needs to see this kind of thing.
Some days I start my day in that half-drained yellow stage. Some days I start my day even lower.
Ever forget to plug your phone in before you fall asleep?
Yeah. That can be people too.
*tyra banks voice* depression… but make it funny
Lin’s drunk voicemail to Alex Lacamoire. [watch here!]
😂😂😂😂😂
Towards the whole "pronouns hurt people's feelings" topic. Am I REALLY the only person on the planet that thinks people are becoming far to sensative? Nearly to the point that they shouldn't leave their little home bubbles in the case that a bird chirps next to them in a way that sounds like a mean word. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, we're becoming a little TOO coddling and people need to learn to deal with simplistic shit like words. And yes, I've been insulted and made fun of. I got over it. So can you.
Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead.
On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it.
In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern.
The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead.
It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost.
“It was just a joke, quit being so sensitive.”
“They used the wrong pronoun, big deal.”
“So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse.”
Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony.
People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin.
People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them.
You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.
same!