He wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.
The best super power ever has to be the power to refill things. Think about it, your glass is empty, refill it without getting up. Your bank account empty, power to refill it. Your bed is empty of a person of your preferred gender, refill it and have some fun.
At first I was all:
Well that’s the stupidest thing I ever heard.
But then I was all like:
GENIUS! PURE UNADULTERATED GENIUS!
person annoying you?
refill their bladder
I just now realized that 11 years ago on this exact weekend, Friday April 18th, Saturday April 19 and Sunday April 20, my sister and i spent the final weekend we would ever spend with our Father. I can’t really remember that weekend.
The only thing i can remember is painting easter eggs with him. Some of my memories from then are fading away and it kills me.
It hurts so goddamn much, you know?
I just wish that he wasn’t so alone and in so much pain to cause him to make his final decision.
They say that time heals, but they forget the ones who lose someone to suicide. Time cant fully heal that wound because theres been no closure. Especially when he hadn’t left a note or any reason why he did it.
This pain of wondering why will stay with me forever.
Watching Ghost Whisperer until Orphan Black is uploaded
Oh, man. They’re advertising their glasses for men the way anything ever is advertised for women. I’m not sure whether to be aroused, annoyed, or pleased.
I feel like this should be pretty self-explanatory. I’m drawing these for a zine at my college (and they have a tumblr! lips-appstate.tumblr.com!), but submissions are due today, so they’re a bit more rushed than I would have liked.
I tried to be inclusive and not-shitty. Hopefully I succeeded at that. There are more of these I’d like to draw, but like I said, time limitations :P