Final vernissage posters for peer review! #art #artschool #vernissage #illustration #illustrationanddesign #battlelashes #myart
I think I’m going to start answering “What’s up?” with “Testing the limit of how far I can push myself before I become incredibly sick.”
Sunday quiz: Why do you love the devil? (For a related post, click here http://christiannightmares.tumblr.com/post/77646171638/sunday-quiz-how-sinful-are-you-for-more-info)
"Uh… I’ll take a number four, with a side of twelve, and an atheist to go."
I like “Hippy Capitalists” just because I like the idea of a chick on bell bottom jeans, a top hat, and monocle.
hi i’m number four
It all looks so good, how do i I pick just one?
I love the Devil, but I’m not IN LOVE with the Devil. I love the Devil as a friend.
If you are, yourself, depressed right now, send a signal to someone, anyone you trust. Say the words out loud. Words have power. You are not a freak. You are not icky. You are, simply, human and in great pain. You do not “deserve” that pain. You are not less than for feeling it, and you DO deserve love and care and relief from that pain.
Don’t say that you have them when you don’t.
Don’t say you had an anxiety attack because it took you a while to fall asleep.
Don’t say you have OCD about keeping your room tidy.
Don’t say you’re depressed because you have too much homework to do so you can’t go out with friends.
Don’t say that that girl you were speaking to yesterday is bipolar because last week she seemed really nice and now you don’t get along.
Don’t say that someone’s retarded because they said something that you don’t agree with.
Don’t. Say. It.
Do you know why it’s so easy to say these things? Because you don’t understand what they are. Because you don’t understand how much it hurts, how it can affect even the smallest things in your life that come so easily for most people. Mental Illness is already so badly misrepresented and you’re perpetuating that as well as making light of something serious.