sekahyyh:

nagitokomaedaswife:

bad art blogs are really fucking shitty let me tell you why

back when i was in my deviantart phase i used to make shitty standard weeaboo ocs and shitty traditional weeby art that at the time i thought was good and i would post it online to show to my friends and to have fun

the thing that actually stopped me from posting my art online (and what effectively made me quit art as a whole) was seeing my art on a bad art blog ripping apart my OC and laughing at my art and linking back to my deviantart encouraging other people to do the same

i put everything i’d ever drawn into storage on my account, feeling ashamed of myself, and cried like a fucking baby

to this day i am still terrified of posting my art online and i haven’t picked up a pencil and drawn nearly anything in two years because hell, i know my art isn’t good but i can’t draw anything for leisure out of fear i’m going to get mocked and laughed at for just doing something that makes me happy

you can say you’re not bullies as much as you want but when you’re effectively making other people feel like shit for doing something for fun and to feel creative and a part of something

you fucked up

you’re a bully

This is the truth.

cast of spongebob dubs classic movies

Dream show

postmodernismruinedme:

shitgordonramsaysays:

middle1:

Chef Ramsay tracks down every idiot who’s ever made a woman-belong-in- the-kitchen “joke” and forces them to explain why it’s funny while he’s shouting at them

I have a deep need for this.

The thing is, he would probably do this.

two bloggers in same room: you should reblog that so i can reblog it

pizza-dome:

theevermysteriousowl:

LOSING MY SHIT

im gunNA VOMIT

reverseracism:

thotty-by-nature:

note-a-bear:

blacknoonajade:

Today was an exceptional day. 

wow…..
just…




white folks have some fucking nerve

They just keep on hitting new lows.

reverseracism:

thotty-by-nature:

note-a-bear:

blacknoonajade:

Today was an exceptional day. 

wow…..

just…

white folks have some fucking nerve

They just keep on hitting new lows.


I can hear the angels singing, Mr. B.

I can hear the angels singing, Mr. B.

me at 7AM: tired
me at 12PM: tired
me at 3PM: tired
me at 7PM: tired
me at 10PM: tired
me at 2AM: TIME TO REDECORATE MY ENTIRE ROOM