repost this NOW, or i will kill your family.
finally finished this painting i sketched out months ago… please click for better quality i know tumblr is gonna kill it (reference used)
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.
When my keyboard teacher threw a surprise test, he made us play in front of everyone, one by one. i never practised ( i only play the keyboard because i already have for two years and i cant let go of things easily). I ended up laughing when i had to go back to the biginer book, and i ran out after my hands were shaking so hard i couldnt play the first. fucking. exercise. By this point
( because my anxiety response is trying to please the crowd) I was gigling and laughing like a maniac. Then I broke down and started crying. This is made worse by the fact that my brain went through every chain of effect, reason, response, fuck yourself by the time I had cycled home. Well.... what the fuck do I do now.
I (a 14 yr old) have aproximatley 7 yrs of drums experience and i starte tachingmy dad. Pro: its fiunally a bonding thing for both of us to enjloy. con: We are both EXACTLY the same, and now i have to teach thiss adhd ball of anxiety how to play drums. It drives me insane b/c he bangs on the drums incoherently and randomly and now i feel bad for my drums teacher cuz he had to deal with a 5 yr old with even less self control.
is this satire? b/c if not im storming the capital my myself.
biege, ochre, and everything mediocre
As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'
I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'