I bet I could look like him.

(Source: panderu)

kristendo:

Taken with instagram

So pretty :)

So I just bought Dragon’s Dogma and it seems pretty cool. Action RPG-ness minus the weeaboness of Japan, good times. I played for a couple hours, did some quest, but now I need a break so I’m reading the forums and watching SC2, then I saw it….Max Level Cap: 199… I’m going to be on this for awhile it seems.

maverickseason:

Just working on some new side characters (read: fodder) for the comic! A little sanding and painting and they’re ready to be shot to make their comic premiere! 

Metools :D

alwaystheyearofme:

Yup, been nice too long, it’s time to let the claws out

(Source: world-according2audrey)

thetruthaccordingtolily:

It’s shit like this that makes me feel ashamed of being thin. I can’t help that my body is thin people, it’s genetics! This kind of thing is hurtful and rude. I think Marilyn was gorgeous but there is no reason whatsoever to go around making shit like this when, before you even click the “like” button, girls like me feel ashamed and guilty for just being trapped in our own skin just like bigger girls who can’t help that it’s genetics that they’re big. No one likes being made fun of or made to feel like they’re not beautiful and it’s not right. So why are we shaming one class of girls to simply bring up another? Why aren’t we ALL working TOGETHER!?

I find this picture rude, insensitive and insulting to girls like me who simply cannot help being thin and to girls who have a serious MENTAL disorder that has to do with having eating disorders. “Skinny hate” is on the rise, please think before you click the “like” button on this. It’s hurtful to girls like me. I do not starve myself or make myself throw up to be as thin as I am. I wish I could gain weight but I can’t and that’s the cold hard truth, I’m NOT rubbing it in that I’m thin I just cannot gain weight and since my senior year in high school I’ve stopped trying to gain more weight. I’ve even been told by DOCTORS in the past that I should be at least 125 lbs. 

I should NOT be made to feel ashamed of my body. 

And by the way Marilyn Monroe struggled with her weight as well. She wasn’t always this big nor was she always skinny. She suffered a few miscarriages hence the weight gain.

Hello Tumblr, I need a moment to rant and just get this all out. You don’t have to read this if you don’t want, but if you continue, know this is a rant.

The other day I was talking to my sister, and she said something that really irked me and has been eatting away at me since. I said something along the lines of, “I look out for and take care of myself,” to which she replied, “Oh ofcourse, there’s no room for anyone in Jordan’s life except Jordan”, then she walked away. 

I mean, how could she say that? I love my sister, and she loves me and I know that, but when it comes to understanding one another, it’s not exactly a transparent window. My sister was never really in my life. She doesn’t know anything about me personally and just surmises what she will, as I do her. Although, not to be arrogant or anything, but I understand her better, because unlike her, I take the time to listen and observe and try to understand her, where SHE doesn’t care about anyone but herself.

It’s hard because it really hits me deep when she said that, because if she thinks that it just makes me wonder who else may have that idea. Which is completely untrue. The sad fact of my entire life, if that I have been alone since day 1. Honestly. My mom left us when we were little to pursue her own life (to which my sister says, “get over it”, even though I am over it, unlike her who had to go to years of counselling over it, I just accepted the fact, and just because I admit to that fact doesn’t mean I’m not over it.) This in turn I believe lead my sister to seek out friends to fill that void and she threw herself into being a social butterfly with no time for anyone but herself and what she could extract from  her friends. My father, god bless him, raised us alone till he got remarried when we were teenagers. Since he worked ft to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table, he was ft mom and dad and had his own life so he never had time for me. This compounds with the fact I have absolutely nothing in common with ANY of them. No common interests or activities whatsoever. So, since I was a child, it was me versus the world. You know how they say, “At night, the only person you need to sleep with is you”. Well, this is a true statement, but people who do have someone or someone(s) there for them have no idea how much help they are getting. I have never had someone next to me in the cold, quiet, dark night. It’s ALWAYS been me, myself and I. I mean that both literally and symbolically of course. although, I have been in relationships, which is where this topic is heading, who I have been with have never been there for me. My whole life has been alone and when I did manage to make friends, they all ended up turning on me, hating me and hurting me. I am fiercely loyal and would do anything for my friends, but honestly, this is NEVER returned and I am just used so I cut them loose. So once again, I end up alone. There is no winning, you care, you get hurt, you don’t care, you’re alone. I just accept this cold hard fact and have grown to adapt to my world where it’s me. It’s not that there’s no room for other people, there is plenty, and I try to have them there, but the fact is it’s just ALWAYS me.

Fast forward to present day. Here’s the issue why it’s always me. You meet a girl, you like her, you do everything right. You get friendzoned and are left alone. I’m not saying that friends don’t have value, on the contrary, they are very uselful and a great joy to any life, but your friends are people to have fun with and talk to, they aren’t there when the day is done. They’re off with their someone special. I mean, trust me, I know how it works. Have confidence, but not overly so. Don’t be an asshole, but don’t be a beta-fuck. Give them time to get to know you and warm up, but don’t let them get too comfortable to sweep you off the table. Take interest in their interests, make conversation, be supportive, be both engaging and receptive, be active and entertaining. I know the game, but it never, ever, ever, works for me. Why? I don’t know, I have come up with enough theories, but still, I get rejected and friendzoned and fall down and take my lumps, but I get back up, I try again. However, I have to admit I, like anyone, become cynical with the process. It takes it toll on you. And when it’s all said and done, where are you left? Back with yourself, alone. You’ll try again sure, you’ll get back up when you meet a new girl who makes you feel happy and joyful and full of vigor. But that’s the worst part isn’t it, the part that these girls just don’t seem to comprehend. The horrible, horrible truth that is you fill yourself again and again with hope. And everytime that hope shatters, it’s harder to put back together, it hurts a little deeper, but you’ll try. No one seems to acknowledge that fact do they? On a side note, maybe women now can understand why no one wants to hear them whine about their man. “He’s a jerk”  ”he’s being mean” blahblah…You have no clue how many good men are out there who would treat you with respect. And no, I don’t mean beta-fucks who would treat you like a princess and kiss your feet, fuck that. I mean men who would see you as an equal and treat you how you deserve to be treated. I don’t just mean myself, or even myself in general, maybe I’m not that guy, but there are plenty of them out there who get shoved aside and hurt as I do for whatever reason girls decide to throw at them. And they too know what it’s mean to have to clock out alone, and be just yourself, and though they make look out for themselves, that doesn’t mean there is only room for themselves.

(Source: cloud-nine-life-line)