I never feel more stupid than when depression starts to seep in and I start to get that panicked feeling of “Oh God, I’m starting a down swing.  Fuck, just what I needed right now.  How long will I be putting up with this?  What can I do?  God, just something make this stupid feeling of emptiness go away.”

And then I remember that I feel like this because I forgot to take my fucking meds today.  Good job, self.

But now, to make up for all that emo up there, a picture of my puppy making a dumb face

I was almost starting to forget there, why I really came to hate you at the end/still kind of do.  God I can’t wait to not spend as much time with you while everything you do makes me want to scream until I explode and never have to have 1 on 1 conversations where everything you say makes me that much angrier.

missmonstermel:

ARGH GODDAMMIT. ;___;

pantsdancingly:

small-helpful-light:

loveholic-barbie:

TUMBLR THIS IT THE THIRD TIME YOU MADE ME TEAR UP TODAY. STOP IT. STOP IT NOW.

my cries ;A;
GO LITTLE PUPPY YOU BE THE BEST FRIEND EVER.

Oh yeah, so this ungodly bitch is done.

sputnik-sweetheart-888:

I think this cat might be stoned..or else looking at modern art…

Definitely the latter.  Though perhaps both

sputnik-sweetheart-888:

lizzy9046:

Yeah, so instead of working on all of the projects I have going, I drew ponies.

To be perfectly fair to me, it’s for my friend’s birthday party tshirt for an mlp bar tour.  And it was really only a matter of time before I ended up drawing mlp fanart.

Abby loves me and wants me to have nice things. ^-^

It works out for me too though.  Seeing people walking around with shirt designs that I drew is a total ego-wank

I’ve gotten some real work done too though.  This thing is still dragging along.

Yeah, so instead of working on all of the projects I have going, I drew ponies.

To be perfectly fair to me, it’s for my friend’s birthday party tshirt for an mlp bar tour.  And it was really only a matter of time before I ended up drawing mlp fanart.

beatonna:

My mother gave the family a copy of this comic a while ago, and so I’ve restored it to where it was.  I wrote it in a moment of grief and took it down almost as soon as it went up, it is a comic that is very much in the moment of something.  My greatest affection and respect to the Beatons, they are good people, the very best.  A tribute would be the word I’d like to use for them and their son, here.

This is the first thing I’ve ever reblogged.  I have to.  It’s so beautiful, and it resonates so strongly with me.  It captures that moment when you learn that awful things can just randomly happen, and the last thing you’ve said to someone is the last you’ll ever get to say.

And you can’t get it from stories that are trying to teach that lesson, like not having the last thing you said to someone be completely awful because blah blah dramatic irony.  This comic somehow says it more clearly.  Makes it real.  Shows how it feels when a person is just suddenly not there anymore, and there’s not really anyone or anything to blame.  Because it stops being just about the death of that person.  It becomes this awful, nagging, creeping terror that someone else you love can simply vanish just as quickly.  It can happen.  It does.  And you can’t do anything about it.

And it makes me feel small and alone.  And all I want to do is pull in everyone I love around me and hold them and never let go.

So… I broke up with my boyfriend.  I was the dumper, not the dump-ee.  He was pretty cool about it.  We’re still roommates, and hopefully still bros.

That’s pretty much all there is to be said on the matter.