I Made This On A Whim The Other Day

the other day I was like “I’m gonna learn how to color skin correctly” so here’s my best attempt so far

I made a Judy Hopps style rendition of my fursona

hope yall like it :)

so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what

the other day I spoke to the wind. In it’s cold, raspy voice it spoke back. it made sound with the leaves on a tree and it answered my questions with the force of its flow. I said

“if you understand me, push the air harder against me so that I can feel your presence.”

the wind blew against my face and playfully twirled through my hair.

I waited for the breeze to slow and walked to a ledge, crouching on it and leaning forward. I asked the wind

”Would you slow me if I fell? Are you a friend, or not?”

the wind urgently pushed me back from the ledge, scattering twigs across the ground with its force. It wouldn’t stop pushing against me until I stood up and walked away from the ledge. Still curious, I stated

”If you are a real as you say you are, and if you are watching me, then I’m glad to be talking with you. Are you glad to be talking with me?”

the wind ran its gentle fingers through my hair and spoke in quiet rustles of the leaves. We spoke until the sun was setting and the air was freezing.

The wind nudged me towards my house, telling me to go home and be warm. I listened, and as I reached the door, I turned to wave a goodbye to the cold breeze around me. Today, as I sit inside of my quiet house, I can hear the wind whispering to come out and play.

I was talking to my friends and one of them said he was lazy because he couldn’t get his homework done and I shut that down very fast.

We both have adhd, but Im the one who hyperfixated on that and did a ton of research, so I found that all along my poor friend had been unaware of his own executive dysfunction.

They blamed their inability to do things that they really wanted to get done on “laziness” and their depression, and started believing that they were just making up excuses.

I was quick to inform him of how incorrect this was and that his struggle was very real and not something he could control.

Had I not gathered my own information and given it to my friend, they could have gone for years blaming them self for something completely out of their control. Can we please normalize education about mental disorders? this kind of self hate could have been avoided.

I’ve tried roller blading, sculpting, making floor plans, biking, and more hobbies than I can remember, but the only one that’s stuck with me through the years is drawing. So here’s some of my most recent pieces.

If you have any feedback I’d love to hear it

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We need to keep speaking up!

We need to try and trend a hashtag on Tumblr and try to overcome the media censorship. Use #SaveSilwan in your posts. We need to speak up and help our brothers and sisters in Palestine.

I don’t remember why I did this, but I don’t regret it.

mom let me sit on the roof hell yeahhh!!

Writing prompt

You have an incredible gut instinct, you’ve saved people more than once with it. You know when something is happening and in the end you are always right.

This morning, you woke up screaming. You go through your notifications, searching for an emergency message, any kind of call for help. You find nothing. You frantically check your closet and your cabinets, almost hoping to find an intruder so that this overwhelming feeling of dread would go away. Nothing.

You still haven’t checked outside, and you’re almost too scared to look out the window. Hands shaking, you pull the blinds up just an inch, lowering your eye to the gap.