I am artistically gifted, I know that. I’m not saying I’m the best damn artist there is, not even close, but I do know that I have a gift for it. just because I have a gift for it, though, does not give you (people in general, especially people who aren’t really my friends) the right to DEMAND I draw you a tattoo. when I tell you I will “think about it” usually means no, if I tell you I have “a lot of other commissions to do” definitely means no, and if I ignore you… well, you know. drawing is my hobby, I do it because I like it, I do it because it relieves my stress, I do not do it because you want a picture of a tree with birds flying out of it or you want an arm piece with Calvin and Hobbes and pot leaves and trees and lots of color and ninja turtles and the saying “live, laugh, love” because a) that’s just a damn stupid tattoo idea, b) you expect all this for free!? and c) my drawings are not FOR YOU, you are not the reason I draw, you can take your happy ass to a tattoo parlor and get someone else to draw it and probably draw it better than I can. I draw because I want to, I end up drawing tattoos for people I like with ideas that are interesting, not because I’m the only person you know that can function around a pencil and paper. thanks.
all my friends and I were going to find an 18+ club and dance all night and I was going to look adorable and have fun but now they all want to go barhopping downtown and I’m at home on Tumblr.
There’s a reason why the French call it “La Petite Mort”
The little death, the suspension of brain activity,
Used also in reference to a spiritual release,
When you reach the threshold of “to be” or “not to be”,
There is never a question of “to do” or “not to do”,
In literature they describe it as a white-out,
Brain fuzzy from short circuiting, stars everywhere,
Pornography enhances it, society hides it,
What they do not take into consideration is the way
That it feels when your lips are on my thighs and the way
Your teeth find my wrists to bite and the way
Your hands jerk in my hair and the way
Your lips caress my name and the way
Everything feels better when you’re crashing together like a wave
When you’re moving in tandem and you’re chanting in tongues
When your skin is on fire under a touch and the way
The best thing about this death is that you’re reborn after.
I expect you to have sex with the first girl available.
I also expect you to think of me the entire time.
I don’t care if it’s true,
I don’t want to say “I love you”, don’t want to say “I miss you”.
stop asking me to.
the fact that the new post notifications are on EVERY PAGE and not just the main dashboard now is giving me major fucking anxiety. THIS IS WHY ENDLESS SCROLLING IS DISABLE. I don’t want to see it D;