Why Do People Want To Justificate Learning Something New? "Oh, You're Learning About Animals? You Will

I was traveling and my cat fucking pissed on me, that fucking stinky pissed

like, omg, i didnt know that, i definitely dont think that every single day!

"Your scars will stay there forever." - Thanks Karen for enlightening me. I didn't know.

What if we are cells in a body, and the sick cells are the bad people? That's the reason we want to kill them. We are the white cells. We are only protecting our body. When we are "atacked" by them, they are trying to kill us, and turn us like they. Don´t become a sick cell, buddy. Don´t join the other team.

that a beautiful art, but the inspiration is sad, I hope you send they to hell :)

Finally finished this piece about the toxic beauty standards imposed by my parents while growing up. Painting all those eyes felt both meditating and drove me insane.

TW: child abuse

I included some of the comments my family has made about my appearance over the years, some of which are contradicting, just to show how impossible it was to please their toxic beauty standards. To them, I was always too skinny and too fat at 115lb. And being 5'6 was too short.

My mom told me to get plastic surgery for my monolid eyes, because only double lidded eyes are considered beautiful by Chinese standards. She pointed to her friend's daughter, who did get plastic surgery for her entire face, and said how much better the girl looked, how I should be like that.

My dad commented on my flat chest, asking how come my mom has boobs while I don't. My stepmom pointed out the frown lines around my lips, saying I don't smile enough. My stepmom always bullied me to the point of crying (by calling my mom a whore and such), so she knows exactly why I don't smile enough. My stepdad said my personality is too horrible to get a normal job, so I would have to prostitute myself, but that I'm too ugly to get clients so I would starve. When I told my mom what he said, she told me to stop lying.

After a lot of therapy for my CPTSD, I can look back and realize that they were the ugly ones, in all sense of the word. But for so long I had such little self-esteem, I would avoid photos. At my first artist alley over a decade ago, fans of my art wanted photos with me but I was too ashamed of myself to accept. I've improved a lot and no longer fear being photographed. I still struggle with other aspects of my childhood abuse (a story for a different day), but with each passing year I feel like I'm regaining bits of myself.

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A peek of the painting process, the full hours long videos will be DMed on my Patreon on Sep 5th

“Qual a diferença de um corvo e uma escrivaninha?”

“Não sei, qual?”

“Eles não ficam juntos por muito tempo, Catherine, assim como uma Rainha vermelha ainda sã e seu coringa amado ainda vivo.”

- Sem coração

Meu poema sobre Sem Coração – Marissa Meyer

Quando você abrir minhas entranhas, me diga a cor das minhas entranhas. Sera amarela, como os girassois de Van Gogh, azul como o céu, ou verde como a grama? Sera que minha tentativa tola e suicida de ter cores novamente funcionou?

Drawing chalange: draw your OC like the doll from "the boy". maybe draw the doll alike they as an child, and then in adult size, like Bramhs

Cartas de amor

Vou começar a escrever cartas

Para nossos netos saberem,

Lembrarem e se inspirarem

Eles vão saber, que todos meus poemas de admiração,

Sempre serão sobre você

Find your sister/brother

finally, I've finally achived my dream, my imaginary mutual becoming my real mutual