ittybittynymphette:

ofbonesandarrows:

havingafoodfightonthemoon:

polymathema:

sammymontoya:

enjoy this 8 page comic i drew in 1 day and inked in 2.

no one who knows me in real life would ever believe all the fluffy romantic comics I draw;;;

alternate title is: I HAVE STRONG OPINIONS ON DWARF BEARDS

I AM VERY GLAD I READ THIS BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS ONE THING BUT IT WAS NOT THAT THING IT WAS ANOTHER THING THAT I LIKE VERY MUCH

YES ALL OF THIS I LIKE THIS

THAT IS THE CUTEST SHIT EVER

Literally my kind of love story

(via what-i-am-dreaming-of)

cute love omfg omg lovely :3

beingdifferentisbest:

rinmatsuokasfree:

the-singular-experience:

a-mock-turtle:

federalists:

are you really bisexual?

Prove it, complete this bisexual obstacle course

omg can I please?

that sounds fun

Like some kind of bisexual Wipeout

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If you think the Bisexual Obstacle course was hard, just wait until you see the Pansexual’s Labyrinth.

I wasn’t sure if I was going to reblog this until I saw “Pansexual’s Labyrinth”.

Don’t forget about the Asexual’s Mirror Maze

(via what-i-am-dreaming-of)

hahahah shit bisexual bisexuality lgbt totallly agree totally some people out there don't know shit honestly

adorability:

I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility

(via broken-from-memories)

you my girl my no one's girl cutie friendship

"

When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
Were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
And because my grandmother thought it was cute
And because they were my favourite
She let me keep doing it

Not really a big deal

One day
Before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
And bruised the right side of my body

I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it
Because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
For playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been

A few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
And I got sent to the principal’s office
From there I was sent to another small room
With a really nice lady
Who asked me all kinds of questions
About my life at home

I saw no reason to lie
As far as I was concerned
Life was pretty good
I told her, “Whenever I’m sad
My grandmother gives me karate chops”

This led to a full scale investigation
And I was removed from the house for three days
Until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises

News of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
And I earned my first nickname

Pork Chop

To this day
I hate pork chops

I’m not the only kid
Who grew up this way
Surrounded by people who used to say
That rhyme about sticks and stones
As if broken bones
Hurt more than the names we got called
And we got called them all
So we grew up believing no one
Would ever fall in love with us
That we’d be lonely forever
That we’d never meet someone
To make us feel like the sun
Was something they built for us
In their tool shed
So broken heart strings bled the blues
As we tried to empty ourselves
So we would feel nothing
Don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
That an ingrown life
Is something surgeons can cut away
That there’s no way for it to metastasize

It does

She was eight years old
Our first day of grade three
When she got called ugly
We both got moved to the back of the class
So we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
But the school halls were a battleground
Where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
We used to stay inside for recess
Because outside was worse
Outside we’d have to rehearse running away
Or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
In grade five they taped a sign to her desk
That read beware of dog

To this day
Despite a loving husband
She doesn’t think she’s beautiful
Because of a birthmark
That takes up a little less than half of her face
Kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
That someone tried to erase
But couldn’t quite get the job done
And they’ll never understand
That she’s raising two kids
Whose definition of beauty
Begins with the word mom
Because they see her heart
Before they see her skin
Because she’s only ever always been amazing

He
Was a broken branch
Grafted onto a different family tree
Adopted
Not because his parents opted for a different destiny
He was three when he became a mixed drink
Of one part left alone
And two parts tragedy
Started therapy in 8th grade
Had a personality made up of tests and pills
Lived like the uphills were mountains
And the downhills were cliffs
Four fifths suicidal
A tidal wave of anti depressants
And an adolescence of being called popper
One part because of the pills
Ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
He tried to kill himself in grade ten
When a kid who could still go home to mom and dad
Had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
Is something that can be remedied
By any of the contents found in a first aid kit

To this day
He is a stick of TNT lit from both ends
Could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
In the moments before it’s about to fall
And despite an army of friends
Who all call him an inspiration
He remains a conversation piece between people
Who can’t understand
Sometimes becoming drug free
Has less to do with addiction
And more to do with sanity

We weren’t the only kids who grew up this way
To this day
Kids are still being called names
The classics were
Hey stupid
Hey spaz
Seems like each school has an arsenal of names
Getting updated every year
And if a kid breaks in a school
And no one around chooses to hear
Do they make a sound?
Are they just the background noise
Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
When people say things like
Kids can be cruel?
Every school was a big top circus tent
And the pecking order went
From acrobats to lion tamers
From clowns to carnies
All of these were miles ahead of who we were
We were freaks
Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
Oddities
Juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
But at night
While the others slept
We kept walking the tightrope
It was practice
And yes
Some of us fell

But I want to tell them
That all of this shit
Is just debris
Leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
We used to be
And if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
Get a better mirror
Look a little closer
Stare a little longer
Because there’s something inside you
That made you keep trying
Despite everyone who told you to quit
You built a cast around your broken heart
And signed it yourself
You signed it
“They were wrong”
Because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a clique
Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
To show and tell but never told
Because how can you hold your ground
If everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
You have to believe that they were wrong

They have to be wrong

Why else would we still be here?
We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
Because we see ourselves in them
We stem from a root planted in the belief
That we are not what we were called
We are not abandoned cars stalled out and
Sitting empty on a highway
And if in some way we are
Don’t worry
We only got out to walk and get gas
We are graduating members from the class of Fuck Off We Made It
Not the faded echoes of voices crying out
Names will never hurt me

Of course
They did

But our lives will only ever always
Continue to be
A balancing act
That has less to do with pain
And more to do with beauty

"
- Shane Koyczan - To This Day (via youcantevenhandleyourself)

(via broken-from-memories)

this to this day shane koyczan wow poetry poem you sir have my respect underdogs underdog bullying bullies

"You are crying and shaking,
your hands do not work well.
You try to start texting,
you need someone to talk to,
all you need is a bit of help.
But when you can finally unlock
your shattered smartphone,
when you are able to see
the names in your agenda,
you find out there is no one
that would pick up the phone
and just stay there with you,
talking about anything
so the fear stops running
through each one of your veins.
You wish there was,
but there is not,
and that only makes it worse.
You are alone with your dark self,
you wish one of you left the room.
You do not really care which one.
Not anymore."
- Panic! at 2am.

me by me mine yep panic panic attack panic attacks anxiety anxiety attack anxiety attacks cry crying shake shaking shake that booty not your hands spilled ink rejectscorner poetry poem

superlockedphan:

the-vashta-nerada:

thatcrazylittlelord:

the-vashta-nerada:

nothing feels better than winning monopoly. not love. not sex. not free pizza. nothing

I’m sorry, have you tried pizza…?

yes and it doesn’t compare to owning half the board and watching the light die from your friends eyes as you take their money and feel your friendship slowly deteriorate

i like you

tbh, i swear some of my friends and me stopped talking to each other for weeks because of this when we were little

(via what-i-am-dreaming-of)

i swear it

what-i-am-dreaming-of:

thatquietgirloverthere:

Candid photos of my two best friends, who made this Saturday too good to be true. Perfect day at the beach and perfect night with the people I love the most, including my brother, who has a cognitive problem and never had such an amazing day and night with people who truly cared about him, making him feel an important part of the group. He even said it was the best day of his life and he truly meant it, hugged me, he is tender today when he has never ever been able to hug anyone spontaneously or speak his mind about something personal or complex clearly. I even found some kind of boyfriend who fits me too well, my male best friend’s cousin, and I owe all that to these two, Marcos and my no one’s girl, who came from another city that is too far away just to see me, aka what-i-am-dreaming-of.
They are all part of my family and make it alright, accepting how I am and who I am without hesitating and supporting me and my family, caring for my brother and always being friendly to him, even when he does something wrong or stupid that gets us or him in trouble because he can’t understand too well what he is really doing sometimes. Even in my dark days because of the major depression I am going through, they are there. They all help whenever they can and I couldn’t be more grateful. I love you, guys. Thanks.

I totally look like I am thinking too hard in the meaning of the universe or something in that photo but yeah, awesome weekend and awesome day indeed

It really was, but I thought we had already established the meaning of the universe and what it all revolves around.

Candid photos of my two best friends, who made this Saturday too good to be true. Perfect day at the beach and perfect night with the people I love the most, including my brother, who has a cognitive problem and never had such an amazing day and night with people who truly cared about him, making him feel an important part of the group. He even said it was the best day of his life and he truly meant it, hugged me, he is tender today when he has never ever been able to hug anyone spontaneously or speak his mind about something personal or complex clearly. I even found some kind of boyfriend who fits me too well, my male best friend’s cousin, and I owe all that to these two, Marcos and my no one’s girl, who came from another city that is too far away just to see me, aka what-i-am-dreaming-of.
They are all part of my family and make it alright, accepting how I am and who I am without hesitating and supporting me and my family, caring for my brother and always being friendly to him, even when he does something wrong or stupid that gets us or him in trouble because he can’t understand too well what he is really doing sometimes. Even in my dark days because of the major depression I am going through, they are there. They all help whenever they can and I couldn’t be more grateful. I love you, guys. Thanks.

my girl personal my posts kinda long but needed to say it it was just too perfect I love you i love them my thoughts thoughts thought my brother bro my bro brother siblings friends friend feiendship love bff bf boyfriend them relationship relationships i ship us as friends always

Maybe.

Maybe I was too foolish,

maybe I shouldn’t have believed,

maybe I shouldn’t have trusted you,

maybe I never really did.

Maybe that is why it all

came crashing down on me,

maybe that is why I will never

ever set any part of myself free.

Your honest lies exploded,

the fake truth collapsed too,

it left nothing but ashes,

which got into my lungs.

Maybe there is a spark left

when I think of you,

and that is why

every time I do

I can feel myself

burning from

the inside

to nothing

but dust.

mine by me poetry poem spilled ink rejectscorner love love poem kinda abandoned