I don't enjoy being forced to come here like this.
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Thread Topic: I don't enjoy being forced to come here like this.
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Creed: ........I'm not going to say anything.
*leaves*
Poor Creedy. I dunno why. .w. Cuz people are idiots, I guess. -
Horse bodies are so foreign how do I lineart. ._.
I mean, the greatest visual artists in history have been, for the most part, male. -
I have no idea. I suck at drawing animals.
Have you heard someone talk about art like that, then? -
I think I got this I think I got this
Not personally. -
I know you got this, I know you got this. >:3
Hn. I haven't either. I've seen it a lot on television shows and whatnot, but I've not actually seen anyone say it aloud. -
Dammit horse you're hard to draw your hair omg
What would your family do if you weren't straight and you came out? -
What would they do? There's no telling. I was terrified just to tell my mother I'm not a Christian. I thought I'd be another sad story somewhere about a child forsaken by their parents for not sharing their faith. My mother said she was disappointed. That's all. Nothing else has changed. She still loves me, and she's told me before that she's not one to turn on her kids. But I don't know how far those boundaries reach. I have no clue what would happen if I were homosexual..
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Ohhhhh. Hm. Lucky you.
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Lucky me? How so?
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Just saying, lucky you. Your mom didn't spazz out. I know some people who would.
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Ah. Yes, I got very lucky. Although I cried for an hour afterward because I had built myself up so much for her to hate me, just her saying that she was disappointed made me panic.
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*pat pat*
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*is patted*
x3 Well I'm better now. I'm glad that I told her, and I'm overjoyed that she accepts me.
However, I do have a sad story to tell you.
ALSO. Might you know where I can find some pretty pictures of Creed? I have thirty-something of Train, fifty-something of Rae, and somewhere near eleven of Creed. Problem. -
Sad?
No, I don't. Sorry. :/ -
Sad indeed. Ready?
There was once a girl who craved pickles. She went upstairs to get some, but found that none of the jars of dill pickles were open, and did hate sweet pickles. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted- was it? Yes!- an open jar of pickles. Opening it up, she took one out and ate it. And it was f---ing soft. Ew. She put the jar back, thoroughly disappointed, and opted instead for toast with pumpkin cream cheese. When she finished preparing it, it looked delicious. And then she dropped it, cream cheese side down, on the counter. The end.
Awwww...
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