Cuando hay dinero de por medio,la familia se olvida que son familia, se sacan los ojos unos a otros. Que lamentable.

I wish I could make a living by making DnD characters...

I don't think many people realize how much they've been turned into a bunch of casually cynical jerks.

Someone may come to their parents and say "I want to write a book" and their parents will say "it's really hard to get published".

Someone might confide in their sibling and say "I want to sell my art on "x" platform" and that sibling will say "do you know how many people you'd be competing with? Do you know how many shops are even on that platform?"

I know a kid who once told his best friend "I think I wanna start a dnd podcast" and the friend was like "do you know what the word "oversaturation" means?"

Personally, I don't know why any of that matters? And even if it did, perhaps your response should be "Do it! Do it and see where it goes!"

People on the internet love to recommend the complete opposite of what you're looking for

Lastima.

Feliz sabiendo que ya no estarás en mi vida, tras ver tu verdadero rostro sé que todo lo que hice fue lo correcto, todo este tiempo me trataste como el malo de la historia y sin embargo guardabas ese rostro horrible que ocultas a todos.

Estoy feliz sabiendo que te saque de mi vida, demasiado tarde pero lo hice, pues haber visto lo bajo que has caído... es una lastima por ti...

Pero no es razón de estar triste, veo que estás empeorando y yo estoy mejorando, se que tome las mejores decisiones porque pude alejarme de alguien como tú, ahora sí que te recuerdo como una lastima y no como tristeza, porque soy el único que sabe y sabrá lo lamentable de persona que te has convertido.

Es bien momento para quemar todos tus regalos y recuerdos, pues estás no valen la pena conservar con nostalgia.

~Cenizas del sol.

Alguna vez se sintieron solos? Alguna vez sintieron que la música era lo único en la vida que los acompañaba? Hoy me siento así, sola, aún rodeada de personas. Irónico no? Pero así es. Probablemente sea la nostalgia de estar en casa, o ese sentimiento de no pertenecer a ningún sitio. A veces, es necesario pasar por esos pequeños lapsus de soledad, para asimilar muchas cosas, para entender qué es lo que más nos hace daño.

Jordania 🇯🇴 es acusado de “atacar de forma sistemática” a los activistas y a los miembros de la comunidad LGBT, con el objetivo de erradicar cualquier discusión sobre el género y sexualidad

What I love most about Gandalf big naturals is how much it eases my chest dysphoria. I can sleep without a shirt on now because of Gandalf Big Naturals. Knowing that the artist made the original image while recovering from top surgery and said the image was like a final parting gift from their boobs makes me feel even better about the image's effect on me. Men with big naturals makes me feel much more good about my body than those old posts on here that were like "trans men! Some men have pecs!!! So don't feel dysphoric <3". It's much more meaningful to see a hairy, bearded man with a huge H cup rack not letting his tits get in the way of his masculinity.

Most of all, Gandalf Big Naturals helped me love my body the way it is instead of hating something that's a part of me. Of course I still want top surgery but the fact that I can live with my own big naturals until then without wanting to guillotine them off is really important.

El tiempo nunca va a regresar..

Todo esto es lamentable y tardará mucho en sanar

La vida no es suave y justo apenas vas en la mitad

Sé que pensarás que es drama, que siempre voy al extremo

Todo esto es lamentable, ya se apagó mi luz.

@if-i-stay--you-opened-up-my-eyes

I think about the writer who stopped writing because people went after them.

I think about the new reader who got scared off from commenting because they might say the wrong thing.

I think about the artist who was going to dip their toes in, but saw a blacklist posted and debated in the fandom they so recently were excited about.

I think about all the people who would be here with us, writing meta and squeeing and creating and lifting up creators. Who became ghosts, afraid that to speak up is to stick out your neck.

How many stories won't we get to read, how many pieces of art won't take our breath away, how many comments won't be put in notes or on stories that push us through our blocks... because anger and pettiness and jealousy and aggression are so common in fandoms that so many become ghosts before their time, and the ones who stick through it are still healing from their battle scars?

I mourn all the stories I will never see, all the friends I will never make, all the headcanons that will never bring stars to my eyes.

And I hope that all those who went quiet before they could speak will find a place to be safe, so that one day I may hear their voice.

Giovanni Battista Gaulli (1639-1709) “The Pietà (Mary Lamenting the Dead Boop)” (1667)

horse standing on a little deck thing it seems to be enjoying the view though its emotions are unreadable

sometimes i forget i'm allowed to be indulgent. i'll make another female character and several lesbians and then think "Gosh i hope people dont mind 🥺" like hello? these are MY ocs, what the fuck am i saying.

The Lament for Icarus 2020, Miao He

Hellraiser (1987)

Singles night at the worlds scariest bar