I turn 16 literally TOMORROW. I’m growing up. I don’t wanna grow up. Sixteen I’ll have all these new responsibilities and I’ll need to get a job and get a license and pretend to have my life together. I’ll be an adult in two years. In two more years I can move out and actually be comfortable with who I am. But it’s still so terrifying to think that in a day that future is such a big step closer. I’m not ready to grow up. I don’t want to be any older than this.
Hmmm yeah I quickly decided to not do lineart for this drawing
words can’t explain how mich i love rain
Antique store in New Orleans offers a knife with a blade decorated with the picture of a significant other.
Fleeting moments in New Orleans.
omg I’m gonna take a trip down memory lane and watch blue water high
Can y'all pray for me to get a job because this is ridiculous
Whyyyyyyyyy can’t I just RESTRICT PROPERLY like do I even have an ED
I’m apparently following over 200 blogs on here but I swear I only ever s33 the same twenty,,, it f33ls so empty lately :((
I got really excited because I got a comment on my fanfic, only to find out it was someone saying I was being disrespectful to the characters.
I know how I’m presenting the character isn’t perfect, but I’m trying to build to the character. I don’t want to show a character that has no fear when they’re supposed to represent courage, because to me courage comes from fear. The greater the fear, the greater the courage. I don’t want to write an infallible character.
I do have a plan for what I’m doing. I am working forwards towards something, and I’m sorry if it’s not what you’d hope for it to be, but I am trying to be respectful to what the character represents, at least what it means to me.
Please, just… have some faith in me. I have a plan in mind so I can’t alter it too much, but I have changed something because of similar criticisms. Please just wait, I promise the character will be as badass as you all know, it’s just taking time.
maybe if you’re lucky enough you’ll get into heaven and see me again
i have an exam in 8!!!! hours!
Got up early, got ready to leave before 8 for work and then got serious stomach cramps and nausea. Love my IBS punishing me for eating bad food two days in a row 🙄 so I’m working from home this morning and calling in to my meetings this afternoon.
It’s like the words get fucking stuck… I can hear my response in my head, the exact words and yet they can’t materialise into any sort of verbal speech. And it’s so fucking frustrating. And at the same time my thoughts are like ‘for fucks sake stop doing this’ and 'what is wrong with you’ but I still can’t do anything about it.