Quem Diria Que Eu Tremeria Se Eu Tomase Um Monte De Remedio

guys.... I forgot ides of march

whenever I see nsfw post about creepypasta and BEN drowned is in it, I CANNOT read this shit, because in my head, he is 12

I was thinking about how Dead Poets Society is sad and tha Neil should have lived and had a forbidden romance with todd. Then i remembered. This is the age of wisdom. We have fanfic!!

that orange is passed the limitis a long time ago

Vox

This animal is on the edge of extinction. Trump just fired the people trying to save it.

Job cuts and frozen funding could inch one of the world’s rarest species even closer to extinction.

DOGE just froze funding to vital Federal and Indigenous conservation programs devoted to supporting the very delicate and tenuous existence of the black-footed ferret.

I fell in love with these animals as a kid traveling to our National Parks. Their rarity and ferocity made me sharply aware, even as a child, of just how much of a responsibility we have toward our environment. I can't bear the thought of them being a fucking casualty of Trump and Musk.

Look at them! They do war dances.

em outra ocasião (antes da proibição) um menino MIJOU NUM POTE DENTRO DA SALA DE AULA. Oque leva uma pessoa a fazer isso. credo

escola proibe celulares

alunos: jogando pingpong na sala de aula

It wasn't meant to be.

and he would have a patetic owner who cant order him to stop eating

what if there was a comic staring an orange fat cat that loves lasagnas? that would be funny I guess

that a beautiful art, but the inspiration is sad, I hope you send they to hell :)

Finally finished this piece about the toxic beauty standards imposed by my parents while growing up. Painting all those eyes felt both meditating and drove me insane.

TW: child abuse

I included some of the comments my family has made about my appearance over the years, some of which are contradicting, just to show how impossible it was to please their toxic beauty standards. To them, I was always too skinny and too fat at 115lb. And being 5'6 was too short.

My mom told me to get plastic surgery for my monolid eyes, because only double lidded eyes are considered beautiful by Chinese standards. She pointed to her friend's daughter, who did get plastic surgery for her entire face, and said how much better the girl looked, how I should be like that.

My dad commented on my flat chest, asking how come my mom has boobs while I don't. My stepmom pointed out the frown lines around my lips, saying I don't smile enough. My stepmom always bullied me to the point of crying (by calling my mom a whore and such), so she knows exactly why I don't smile enough. My stepdad said my personality is too horrible to get a normal job, so I would have to prostitute myself, but that I'm too ugly to get clients so I would starve. When I told my mom what he said, she told me to stop lying.

After a lot of therapy for my CPTSD, I can look back and realize that they were the ugly ones, in all sense of the word. But for so long I had such little self-esteem, I would avoid photos. At my first artist alley over a decade ago, fans of my art wanted photos with me but I was too ashamed of myself to accept. I've improved a lot and no longer fear being photographed. I still struggle with other aspects of my childhood abuse (a story for a different day), but with each passing year I feel like I'm regaining bits of myself.

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A peek of the painting process, the full hours long videos will be DMed on my Patreon on Sep 5th

that so... unreal

imagine being so bad that you make a ten year old child have depression and anxiety. And just don't give a fuck. I can't think of it, but there are more people like this than there are schools that actually do something.