nights of nothing

Figure Zoomorphe

[blyszczopies]

[ID: a very dark and fuzzy black-and-white photo of a far away city made at night, with only the city lights visible. End ID]

this is two different photos actually but u cant see the border between them so i like to think i miraculously made a panoramic photo with an analog camera. the only reason it worked is because it was dark

[wilddogsdivorce]

How do people go about with their hobbies and remembering information about them? In what way do they engage with it? Reading, watching videos… drawing?? Writing??

Does anyone have advice or own experience to share? I really want to be more present in my life, but with depression I genuinely don't know how to keep up a hobby and retain any information about it.

[leprocrastinateur]

Elaine Heron. Greenland Sled Dogs, 2013.

[via Duncan Miller Gallery.]

[zd27]

every time i interact with my mutuals who are friends i feel like this image

[dobescrusher2]

Postcard that went out to a patreon supporter in March.

I went for paleo critters this month. Hurdia drawing with collage elements on the back of a postcard with stained glass windows.

At my $15 tier you can get a cool monthly postcard like this one, plus the month's sticker by mail.

[wilddogsdivorce]

REALLY BAD SONG to have listened to when having a mental health episode

[wiki-image]

Brocken spectre - Wikipedia

[dogpuppy]

[happyk44]

[Text ID: can someone brighter and with more potential than me do my laundry

can someone who is kinder than me, sweeter, with a sparkle in their eye please wash and fold my laundry with me please /end ID]

[wilddogsdivorce]

i couldnt sleep today so i browsed tumblr and stumbled upon system drama so utterly pointless it left a profound impact on me. For the first time in what seems like forever we felt grateful that we exist, because at least im not fucking posting on cluster b or did tumblr

[90377]

Kjólsvíkurvarp by Freyja H.

[thewisestdino]

Zine I made at work about being a retail worker and the fun conversations I have with my coworkers, Part 1! Part 2 here

[thewisestdino]

Part 2 of my retail therapy zone part 1 here

[wilddogsdivorce]

wait haha I've just learned about the new overwatch character design since i don't play the games. im left wondering how the artists that offer character design courses would react to it. would they consider this up to industry standard or trite? most of them don't really have a problem with cultural stereotyping

[wilddogsdivorce]

Ehhhhhhhh i think i need to take the L, accept that im not progressing or making art more comfortably anytime soon and just do ugly ass fuck OC reference sheets

[horsefigureoftheday]

At my pony riding school, when I was a kid, we had a retired pony named Moses who was 37 years old and would just wander around however he pleased. Sometimes he walked into lessons and just followed us around, doing voltes and diagonals. This is the only photo I have of him

(he had trouble keeping on weight, hence the crazy amount of carrots and mash with his lunch)

Props to that riding school for keeping their retirees and not just selling them or putting them down when they stopped being useful. More horse owners need to do that.

[horse-colorimetry]

Bay - E/_ A/_

[analog-delight]

My first egg cracked in 2016. I came out as agender. changed my name to Andi and my pronouns to they/them, started wearing dresses/skirts/crop tops, and dyed my hair all sorts of funky colors. I was starting to be happier with myself in a way I'd never really been as a boy. No one. Not one single person, in real life or on the internet, ever made it seem like being a woman was an option for me. Everything pointed in the opposite direction.

[analog-delight]

I watched the election cycle that year with dread. I watched the vote totals come in at bar with some friends after my teaching gig for the night was over. We drank in silence and in misery. I cried in my truck on the way home, knowing that life was just going to get harder for people like me. I still couldn't call myself transgender. I didn't think that word was for me.

[analog-delight]

I read Tranny by Laura Jane Grace. I really identified with parts of it, but her story as a punk rocker and an addict was so dissimilar to mine that I didn't think I could be a woman, didn't think I would ever be allowed to call myself that.

[analog-delight]

I drank and smoked myself almost to the point of death over the next two years. I was working nearly 100hrs a week between bartending and teaching, and was semi-regularly driving the few blocks home from the bar slightly drunk. Not intentionally, but y'know. If something happened and my life ended? No big deal. Every relationship in my life crumbled around me. It wasn't until I hit rock FUCKING bottom that I thought to myself "what if I'm a woman?"

[analog-delight]

If anyone had told me, even once, that maybe I was a trans woman. Maybe estrogen could help. Maybe transition might make me happier. Maybe I wouldn't have been driving a 2005 F-150 with almost 200k miles on it 90mph an hour and a half to sleep with a girl who hadn't loved me in years. Maybe I wouldn't have buried myself in half a bottle of whiskey every night after work. Maybe I would've never started smoking. Maybe I'd still have any of the friends I made before the pandemic. Maybe I Wouldn't Have Been So Fucking Miserable.

[analog-delight]

So yeah. Forcefem today. Forcefem tomorrow. Forcefem every day forever until not a single girl has to go through what I did, or worse.

[hussyknee]

The most basic, intractable fact about mental illnesses is that you simply cannot willpower your way out of them. The only exceptions to this rule are the ones I have, which continue to disable me due to lack of determination and other grave personal flaws