These Niggas On Hooloo

This gotta be the coolest mobile suit ever

I'm not entirely sure how to describe my mental state as things are now. From a rational point I've internalized that hope is a fundamental need for survival, that life is never truly over until you've breathed your last no matter how suffocating or excruciating your current life situation is. That life is what you make of it, and each individual has the freedom to determine their own purposre. Yet, I still cant help but feel just so hopeless and depressed all the time. Beyond a shadow of a doubt I know a future where seeing the body I was born with doesn't make me want to cry is one I can achieve. That a life outside of my current overbearing loneliness and isolation can be mine, and that living a lie to preserve my few existing close relationships is a temporary situation I can be freed of eventually. Yet I cant escape perpetual hopelessness and irrational anxiety. I simultaneously feel confident in my potential yet disgusted in my reality, never wanting to end my life yet hating to live.

There's no real point to this rambling, im not gonna bother proofreading for errors or any of that. I'm venting to the void for myself more than anything. I still lack a healthy means to process my emotions relying on endlessly drowning thoughts out with distractions. Books, comics, games, martial arts, anything that can suppress the misery with momentary pockets of happiness. Maybe all of us need escapes to survive, or maybe I'm projecting to feel less alone.

Turnabout Grimace

maya

dont repost reblogs ok

Dir en grey in FOOL'S MATE 217, 1999.11

Nobody warned me Gundam Stardust Memory fuckin sucks lmao it has Cima though so that was cool

I cant think of a funny way to say this. In the ggx anthology i bought theres an image of testament wearing nothing except cat ears

Maki

I cant even scroll the testament tag cause of all the porn bots man

Some pose/colour practice with testament!