An aggressively nice sales lady convinced my mom, Andi and I to get a PYT hair straightener today and I don’t regret it at all. She gave us a crazy fucking deal and it was so worth it. Holy fuck.
Sexual frustration had me like
I just want to say that I’m endlessly thankful to have someone who loves me as much as Andi does. I can text her at four in the morning when I’m awake and scared and she’s always there to make me feel so much better. I don’t think I can even express how good that feels.
Let me tell you something friends, telling your parents that you are a Brony is not the same as coming out to them for being being homosexual. Something I find absolutely disgusting is that garbage documentary totally spins it that way. Ironically, most of the Bronies on that film are white, heterosexual males, all of whom were convinced their experience was similar. It’s not. It. Is. Not. Cheapening a large demographic of people’s experience by comparing it to older men who are dedicated to a show specifically designed for children is fucking scummy and pathetic. So don’t give me that shit “not liking Bronies makes you homophobic” because I will stare at you with such unadulturated hate that you will catch fire.
Realizing there’s things you want to go back and fix after a drawings been on the internet for a while is probably the worst
I was not as productive with my art during winter break as I had planned but it’s okay because this semester is about to fuck me so hard that I can’t afford not to be :^)