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21st centruy soulmates

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Doodling my new DnD character Opal. She’s a tabaxi bard who travels the world in search of riveting tales.

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My fiance is a super rad artist!

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Holy crap my fiance is great at character design.

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Colored. My soul is now satisfied.  [Do not repost without permission.]

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My babe drew this ❤️❤️❤️💛💛💛💜💜💜

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My GF is so talented. She's hard on herself though when she gets fake follows. Artist people, how do you keep yourself encouraged? Find her at motpourri on insta and tumblr

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GF while watching Shrek 1: Shrek is the master of self care.

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Her, while brushing teeth for ten minutes: If tooth decay can cause heart attacks, imagine what it can do to a vagina!

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Listen to Two Tits or More | SoundCloud is an audio platform that lets you listen to what you love and share the sounds you create.

Just started a podcast with one of my bffs. Listen up!

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I want to thank my fiancé for all that she does. She gave me design feedback, helped orchestrate the photo shoots, and cleaned up the shots for me. She is so loving and supportive of my artistic endeavors. When I feel like giving up, she keeps me going. I love and appreciate her so much. 💖

Today is the last day to grab one of these shirts! ➡️ represent.com/fem-hyena Thanks for all your support!

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A college friend told us recently that our relationship is wrong. It was a terrible day, and I tried not to overreact or give her the satisfaction of making be upset, but now...

It's been a few weeks since then, and I posted a picture of our garden planting project on Facebook (mostly so my family and long distance friends can stay up to date on my life) and she commented with a bright and cheery message... And that infuriated me.

As a woman, I feel obligated to be everyone's friend. But I don't want to be everyone's friend. I don't have time for that shit. Life is short, and I don't have time to waste on people who cut me down one day and pretend to be best friends with me the next.

So she likes my garden. Great. There's nothing wrong with that. But she attacked who I am as a person and my relationship with my partner as well. That doesn't get a pass because she likes flowers.

So I blocked her. I'm not sure if that was petty or strong, but I did it anyway. I've wasted so much of my life trying to make people happy who constantly condemned one of my core traits as a human being. I'm done. I don't want her near me in person or online. I have more important things and people to spend my time on.

End of rant. Thanks for listening.

[motpourri]

Exciting news! My first t-shirt ever is up on Represent. I’m trying to sell 100 shirts in two weeks. Please share to help me reach my goal! ➡️ represent.com/fem-hyena

Why hyenas? Hyenas are some of the only mammals to form true matriarchal societies, amongst other things that you should definitely check out. Basically, hyenas are feminist AF.

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My GF needs to sell 100 shirts. Buy or reblog to help her out! Thanks! <3

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Reblog! Let's get her to her goal! 🎉

[motpourri]

Exciting news! My first t-shirt ever is up on Represent. I’m trying to sell 100 shirts in two weeks. Please share to help me reach my goal! ➡️ represent.com/fem-hyena

Why hyenas? Hyenas are some of the only mammals to form true matriarchal societies, amongst other things that you should definitely check out. Basically, hyenas are feminist AF.

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This is my GF/fiance <3 Reblog or buy to help her reach her goal - sell 100 shirts!

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Lean and treen, the forest sprite hardly passed as a human even in a dark alley.

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Happy lesbian visibility day. Here's us :3

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Cool news! I’m now offering 8″x10″ prints of this piece over at my Etsy shop! Please consider reblogging to spread the word! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Carnivorous by design, frugivorous by choice; desiring to be tidy, but too clumsy to stay clean; tall of personality, short of stature: my dear friend had been violently born into the world, a spirit with nothing in common with their body.

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My heart hurts to lose my dad but I know I am loved by the Lord.

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Not as bad as I thought it’d be

I did it. I told my dad that I'm dating my girlfriend, now fiancé.

I didn't plan it to go this way, but I told him after his birthday dinner. It was just me, him, and his fiancé at a comfy breakfast chain. He got up to pay and I grabbed his fiancé by the hands. "I'm dating my roommate." "That's wonderful! Congratulations!" "I have to tell my dad. Does he already know?" "He hasn't said anything to me about it." "He's going to hate me. He'll never talk to me again." "Oh, no he won't. He's your dad. He loves you."

I began to tear up. She moved around the table and sat beside me in the booth, hugging me and assuring me it would be okay.

Dad got back, confused. "What's going on?" "We're just loving Marie." "Okay..."

I didn't take a deep breath. I didn't breathe at all. I said, "Dad, sit down. I have some news - good news - hard news, but good news."

He sat.

"Denae and I are dating."

He closed his eyes tight, leaned back against the booth, then opened his eyes wide. The whole reaction took about a second. He looked like he'd gotten shot in the chest.

I panicked, then, and words spilled out of me before he could begin the debate. "I wanted you to know. I've always been this way. I love you and I don't want to lie to you."

The only thing he said while sitting was, "You know what the Bible says about that." To which I had no reply. This was not a debate.

I felt not wavering in my soul at this comment, no strike of fear. Secure in my faith, grateful for my Lord, those words slid passed me like a cold breeze, while I stayed warm, bundled up in prayer and truth.

Then his fiancé made us stand up and hug. We did, and she stepped away. I told him again that I loved him, and, "You said you were grateful that I'm happy for you, but I want you to be happy for me, too."

We parted and he said, "I can't say I'm happy for you because I'm not."

I left it at that. He walked away. I stayed behind for a moment, collecting myself. My heart had quickened but it wasn't racing. My limbs felt chilled but not cold. The weight was finally off, and I had no idea what to do with myself.