what-a-lovely-sinner
kiss me rough please
hey im Dani, sorry for the depressing shit. life gets that way sometimes http://bst.is/UzZRW8
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How do you love something thats made up of something you dispise with all your heart, but is also made up of something you cannot live without?
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Me: accidentally says something that implies I have emotions
Me: oh no
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GUISE
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IF YOU HIT “X+C” IT SHUTS OFF EVERY GIF ON YOUR DASH
EVERY SINGLE ONE TURNS TO A LITTLE GREY BOX WITH A LOCK
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TUMBLR HAS MADE ITSELF SAFE FOR EPILEPTICS
PASS IT ON
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Lessons About Love According To Me
Love is not love unless it's embarassing
Love is a weakness
it does not lift you up
it will not save you from depression
love can lose it's value FAST, and in return, you also lose value
love is not something you play with
it's not to be taken lightly or easily dismissed
Love is the strongest, most powerful emotion a human can have
it triumphs over all else
sometimes you'll find youre in love with the idea of love, and not the person you claim to be in love with
sometimes people with the least experience in love know the most about it
love is usually twisted and cruel
the best loves are usually the most clich'e, although you may not see the clich'e
the words "i love you" and "i’m in love with you" make all the difference to a girl
silence is the loudest way to show your affections
be careful with who you decide to love, because they might break your heart
don't get stuck being in love with someone who can never reciprocate the feelings, it is the biggest hurt of all.
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She looks so pretty in both but i like the edit more becaise she looks more believable
Jumped from Photoshop to After Effects and it was MUUUUCH harder to do this edit while the character is moving! X,,D Like… DUCK! I’m not doing that again any time soon! :o But it was an interesting exercise! (OBS! May be edited when the remaining wobbliness starts driving me bonkers)
More animated ladies with “realistic” proportions (because why not):
Elsa, Anna, Rapunzel, Mother Gothel, Honey Lemon, Aunt Cass, Colette, Merida, Roxanne, Susan, Linda, Mavis
OBS: These edits were created simply to give me a chance to practice my manipulation/anatomy skills. Nothing more, nothing less. They are NOT meant to be “better than the original” or “what it should have looked like”, or serve as a general negative critic on the respective movies’ animation styles!
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Sometimes i wonder if someone out there stays up late thinking about me and hopes im not crying my heart out, because to them the thought of me crying hurts their entire soul.
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If youve ever loved someone.. truely loved someone, hopefully you understand. Loving someone means you breathe every breath for them, you take every step towards them. when youre truely in love your cells should divide for them. You should go on with your every day life thinking about them. It means taking a box cutter and violently inserting it into your chest, making precise insisions until youve successfully carved your heart out of your chest. Then tenderly handing it to the one you love, fully aware that they might drop it, lest they not notice it. Love is sometimes a one way street and sometimes that is was keeps me up late at night. Other nights its the sheer fact that if i wakw up it will be another morning waking up alone, to noone. To no texts. To nothing.
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So I woke up this morning in a pool of my own blood.
Wait, let me back up.
Hi, my name is Cara and I’m a 21 year old woman. Every 28 days, give or take, I have a period. And it fucking sucks. Today, was one of those where I take from the 28 day cycle. I wasn’t due for another period for at least a week, but considering that my period is pretty much permanently irregular, I get to wake up a lot of mornings in a pool of my own blood. Hmm. Lovely.
I then proceed to dump my sheets, my underwear, and my pajamas in my laundry room in a tub filled with cold water, with the hopes that this time I haven’t ruined them permanently.
What next? Well, a shower of course! To wipe off the smell of rotting blood from my body! Squeaky clean and towel fresh I have about a two minute window before the volcano of blood begins to erupt again from my vagina.
What will it be today? A piece of chlorinated toilet paper cardboard with a string that I get to shove up my hole wherein the blood will sit and rot until the next time I can shove another piece of chlorinated cardboard up the same hole? Or, a plastic lined toilet paper diaper attached to my underwear that causes rug burn to my vaginal area when I walk? Well the later requires less coordination, and it is early, so I guess I’ll be sitting in a period diaper today. The best ever.
Of course, I could always just get birth control, and lessen this whole shit. But 1) I can’t afford it 2) I can’t ask my dad to pay for it because, guess what? Just like the men who run my government, my father correlates birth control with sexual promiscuity! Thus, sitting on my rotting blood, undergoing severe cramps that have on more than one occasion caused me to black out, it is! (Not that birth control is such a walk in the park either, our bodies have to learn to deal with the hormones and other chemicals and consequences that birth control entails.)
Then, I get to go to class, where I have to pretend that I am not a leaky faucet of blood and tissue. I get to sit in Calculus, and if heaven forbid, I need an additional pad, I have to be discrete about it, so as not to offend the men’s gentle sensibilities to the fact that I am the one dropping tissues and blood from my body through my vagina.
I once asked a male to take me to the pharmacy so that I could pick up (GASP) pads, or as we like to call it “feminine products” (again, so as not to offend the gentlemen’s overly sensitive natures) and had him equate me talking about my period to him talking about his erections.
ARE
YOU
FUCKING
KIDDING
ME
No.
This is nothing like your fucking erection’s. I don’t derive any enjoyment from this. I can’t mentally control any ounce of this entire process. I can’t masturbate my problem away. My period does not end in orgasm.
It stays. For at least five days in my case. Draining blood out of my body. Causing me severe cramps, making me irritable -not because I’m uncomfortable (which mind you, would be reason enough) - but because my hormones are all over the place, bloating me up to two sizes larger than I normally am, I have to actively fight not to smell like a fish market, and on top of that, you want me to be hush-hush about this? Because it’s icky for you?
And this is not an attack on that one man, this is an attack on ALL MEN who on top of sitting on their throne of gender privilege want me to stay quiet and be content about the fact that five days out of every month I get to undergo this happiest of joys.
And then, these very same men have the audacity to get annoyed because we don’t want to listen to their bullshit complaining about traffic? Or whatever other meaningless story they happen to tell us while our bodies are actively fighting against us? Then we get to be the butt of their tired-ass jokes? Sorry, I am most certainly not sorry.
I repeat NO. I say women come out of the period closet and say, “You know what, this happens to me. Every. Fucking. Month. And it’s terrible. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MORNING.” Because the truth is, if I live in a country where Viagra is covered by medical insurance, but birth control isn’t, I can no longer keep denying that I live in a country that is actively waging a war on women. And if I live in a country that is actively waging war on my sex, the least I am going to do is break patriarchal social propriety to inform anyone and everyone of the shit biological process I was BLESSED enough to be born into.
Hello, my name is Cara, I’m a 21 year old woman, and today I’m on my period. Let me fucking tell you about it.
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Dear axe, your ad is horrible. Let me explain how:
1) It objectifies women.
2) It tells young men with female friends that they are not “real men”.
3) It tells young women that “real” men don’t want to be their friends, they only want to “tear” their clothing off.
4) It insults men with braids.
5) It is advertising a crappy body spray.
Okay, that last one was just my opinion. The others are facts.
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play this at my wedding or funeral I don’t care where but just plAY IT
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Just a reminder for you as you go through life: people can ACTUALLY DIE OF A BROKEN HEART!
There are deep ties between depression, heart ache and mental illnesses and cardiac problems. Remember this before you decide to disreguard someones feelings for you. Remember this before you decide to commit to a relationship. Remember this as you go on with anything and everything you do.
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It doesnt matter how long you cry over someone because in the end youre all alone in your bedroom and they have no clue how they've affected you.
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