Angry Anxious Asexual Artist

Feelings are weird. A guy where I live killed himself a month ago and while I had only met him twice and never said anything more than hello to him I still felt sad. Some of that sadness was because my friends were sad. But not all of it.

Feelings ARE weird. Our neighbor died and I had only met her like once but it was so surreal ‘cuz she had these young kids and It was just really sad.

birds-bones:

Hey! Did you know:

• sex is okay
• so is masturbation
• watching porn won’t make you impure
• one night stands are okay too
• having sex with multiple people doesn’t make you a slut
• even 3-somes or group sex and orgies are a-okay
• sex with the same gender is alright
• not having sex doesn’t make you a prude
• your body your choice no matter your gender
• shaming other people for who they have sex with, how much they have sex, and even their kinks make you NOT okay!

snowderps:

i have like 23853905 things i need to watch

and here i am doing everything but looking into things i need to watch

Meeeeeee too.

spaghetti sauce? really?

Really.

eracist:

I’m really good at stuff until people watch me do that stuff

Things my grampa has put in his coffee because he has no sugar:
Salt
Nutella
Ice cream topping chocolate
Maple Syrup
Honey
Spaghetti sauce

We have decided to bring back the sugar -_-; I don’t even know how he is still alive, he is supposed to be diabetic. He keeps finding everything we hide or starts using something else…we can’t hide everything!

I should be asleep

Every now and then I will feel like things are back to “normal” like before my Mom started seeing Dave, and it seems like some kind of dream that never happened, but then out of nowhere reality just hits me and it feels like I am getting struck by lightning. All the pain just rushes back in like a fresh wound and my throat gets all tight. I don’t want to forget, but I don’t really want to remember either because it hurts…like almost physically hurts my chest. I feel like it is weird that I am as pained by it as I am…’cuz it was my moms fiance and I feel like I really didn’t get to know him that well…so I shouldn’t be as…sad, I guess. I really want to get a photo of one of his pin striping works and get it tattooed on my arm as a half-sleeve, but I kinda feel like it isn’t right of me to do it. I wonder if it would have been different if he would have been “officially” my step dad. And then I am reminded how highly he thought of me and my art and I am reassured and still want to get that tattoo. It’s gonna be big, and it will remind me every day that somebody believed in me. Not that anyone didn’t/doesn’t, but he wanted to see me go somewhere. I always feel down when I don’t get any or much attention for my art, or when people don’t think my characters and stories are as cool as I do (who doesn’t feel that way sometimes?) but it makes me happy to think that he believed in me. Or maybe if there is an after life, he still does. I miss him.