WHO NEEDS COFFEE WHEN THERE IS URA OMOTE LOVERS?! \(ò^ó)/
Every now and then (when I’m close to a break down), I’ll put my INFJ tendencies on hold to actually care about myself and my current situation before others. This really lets me focus, overcome and succeed at what I might be struggling at and/or with at the moment.
However, I always end up disappointing people who’ve started to take my supportive nature for granted when I suddenly don’t want to listen to their problems. Some will even act cold towards me after that and I’ve lost touch with many acquaintances this way.
I need to frequently remind myself of the good that my decision brought me and my situation at the time, in order to not feel disappointed and sad for not supporting someone who needed it at the time.
This is the moment I fell in love with Bilbo. Because I understand this expression to the depths of my soul.
Inspired by a recent experience I had with someone stealing my art and cropping out my URL.
Dedicated to every artist who has had their art work stolen.
Honestly, I’ve never really had a hard time finding the original artist to credit anything I’ve quoted or blogged.
Credit where it’s due, damnit!
It doesn’t matter who I love - friends, family, coworkers - when I love, I love so deeply and passionately that when that trust and love is betrayed, I can feel that pain from the crown of my head down to the tendons in my feet. And the pain is irrefutable. But when I make the choice to love again, I still love just as deeply, because loving from the neck up after getting hurt will never heal the damage done before. Always love deeply. Always.
Having some fun with some wigs I got for myself. Wonder why I haven’t done this before, it’s good fun! Haha! >w<
I reckon it’ll only be for webcam or livestreaming silliness though. ^w^;
The third of my three muses finally joined the others and they’re having a picnic!
Each of these have had a huge impact on me the past couple of years. One picked me up when I was feeling down, the other gave me new confidence in my art (which later resulted in the change into my current alias) and the third showed me a world of a new kind of creativity, where synthetic voices can paint different musical scenes that differ depending on the hands and inspiration of the producer/artist.
getting attached to someone online is scary as hell though
something could happen to them and things happen to them every day that you may never know about
they could just never come online again
they could decide to just stop talking to you and that would be it it’s not as if you’ll pass by them in a hallway or see them at the store
you’d never know what happened to them
and that’s terrifying