It Is Increasingly Obvious That Most People Have No Idea How To Indicate An Illness Is Slowly Killing

My persona + my good friend Dream because we are besties for real and I needed a new twitter banner

«I just… I wanna help.»

Hey peoples, I was bored and decided to edit one of mine draws. I don’t know If you guys liked, but I love to do diferent things (that is not my normal style), and I think It looks good.

YES

Just yes

Reblog if you're bilingual, bisexual, or really love cats.

Acxa: Look, Lotor, would you rather be feared or loved?

Lotor: I want people to be afraid of how much they love me

The list of prompts was completed! One prompt per day, two prompts per two days if you are feeling brave, or more for pure badassness! Or you can only use the ones you like. there are no strict rules. Just have fun and create!

Join us at #AU_gust_2020! :)

There is also a Twitter account, which I highly recommend, since I can operate Twitter while I have no idea how to use Tumblr. :D Find me at @AU_gust_2020!

Sometimes I'm just so mad.

I'm just chilling, doing my thing and than my father just start an argument with me about something stupid and we always disagree and he starts to welling, but I can't well back because that's "disrespectful" and that just makes me so frustrated because I just can't think straight like this and than he would talk for minutes doing this big speech thing and I just know that if I talk back he will talk longer or start welling again so I don't. In the end I just crie. Sometimes it's a silent thing, like a response for the welling or the talks that just make me feel so wrong like I am some tipe of problem in my parents life's. Sometimes is loud. Normally it's like this when it gets to bad and I start screaming or when he hits me for something I say.

In the end he always talk with my mother in the other room, she is never in our arguments, and in the big speech hour she just listen like I do. I never understand the full thing, but I hear that it's about me. Maybe she gets a big speech too.

I don't know, but this makes me want to talk back more, to well and do the things I'm not suppose to do. Maybe that's why I started to be so "rude" to people (I think I am being just true to myself telling them what I think, but mom says that I'm rude and explosive, the second part it's kinda true.)

Don't get the wrong idea, I love my parents, or at least I think so since I don't have to much to compare. It's just that I get so mad at myself for not being capable to deal with this after all this years. This is the only thing in this days that makes me crie and that's so frustrating!

Anyways I just wrote this because I wanted to get it out of my brain so I can do my fucking work and not have to say a word for the rest of the day.

Bye I guess.

me: Does it really matter whether Steve and Billy have basketball on Wednesdays or Thursdays? Time to stop focusing on the details and get back to the plot

also me:

I wanted to redraw my twitter profile pic to be more my style while keeping the baby gay picrew vibe I was giving in quarantine.

Here is what I was going for, literally a picrew I re-drew to look more like me years ago lmao. I still think she is a cutie, but I don't draw that cartoony normally, so I thought it would be nice to make a version that really represents me. At the time I also really didn't want my art associated with social media, so it makes sense to me lol.

Happy New Year, From GAZA 🌨️ ❄️

Hello 👋, My name is Momen Al Madhoun / I am a digital artist / a devoted husband / a father of two children " Ezzdeen & Amir " I live in Gaza City in the heart of the Genocide, working tirelessly to amplify my voice to the world through my artwork. I walk long distances to access electricity and internet, creating under harsh conditions to ensure my voice reaches the Tumblr community through my art. I hope you support me to continue surviving and ensure the safety of my family. Thank you for your time. Stay safe 🙏

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