#not empty

[glowingwaves]

I just had a aroace moment and now i feel really empty

[msboutofcontext]

[chilly-twigs-n-leafs]

To make up for my mistake of uploading my recent art in my trash blog, i shall and will and definitely can draw something not soft, yet not of adult age either

[sialiasnest]

[foxeswindandrain]

Unusual...

Normally, people say nothing is worse than being stabbed in the back by your best friend/lover.

Normal people would wallow in memories and dreams of a person who'd stabbed them in the back. Would pray that it was all a bad dream.

But me?

My best friend threatened me, had their boyfriend tell me to kill myself, called me tranny, trender, king of depression...and yet, played the roll of an innocent.

After practically growing up together, anyone would me crushed...

But me?

I've never felt more free. More alive.

I feel like I can move on, conquer the world.

I'm finally realising, I was only the bad guy once the entire time we were friends, and I repented for my mistake.

They were holding me back. They forced memories I desperately wanted to move on from back into my head to haunt me. They made me believe the past was what controlled you, and that people never changed.

But now, I refuse to speak to them. I never want to hear from then again. I never want some half assed apology.

I don't feel bad for anything.

I feel like I'm floating. I feel warm, and light.

Normally, I feel empty, and cold.

This feeling is so...

Unusual

I feel like I could conquer the world. Like I have courage. Like there's some here for me to do, but I just can't see it yet...

Ugh, this is so abnormal...

What is it?

[whirling-ghost]

I wish I was physically capable of asking for help. Like I'm crying but I can't do anything because I'm too scared of being manipulative

[walkingphotos]

Today's Walking Photo: My walk today took place in downtown Portland and revolved around some Labor Day shopping. It appeared that a substantial number of my dear fellow Portlanders had decided to do the very same thing, so, you know…solidarity. Or something.

Anyway, as I made my way along the sidewalk I did a double-take at this Spaghettios® can. It’s not shocking to see garbage downtown, unfortunately, but what made me look twice was the fact that there are still a lot of dang Spaghettios in that can! So as usual my goofy brain started working overtime and trying to dream up the possible scenarios that would cause someone to abandon the can. It’s an open question whether the cigarette butt and two pennies played any role in the premature interruption of consumption.

Ideas? Lay ‘em on me.