the struggle is real
Tiniest foot tutorial. Can add toes or just have shoe. Is good. Have day.
I think the “women are mysterious” thing can also come from:
1) Women actually being quite clear, but not telling men what they want to hear. ”She said she doesn’t want to talk to me? So many mixed messages and confusing signals!”
2) Women not having cheat codes. ”I tried being nice, and she didn’t have sex with me. I tried being an asshole, and she didn’t have sex with me. Come on, there’s got to be some kind of solution to this puzzle!”
3) Women not being a hive mind. ”First a woman told me that she likes guys with big muscles. Then the very next day a woman told me she thinks muscles aren’t attractive at all. Make up your mind, women!”
4) An individual woman doing something confusing, and instead of asking “why is she doing this now?” men ask “why do women always do this?”
5) Women sometimes don’t say what they’re really thinking/feeling because society has taught us that certain emotions and reactions are unacceptable (i.e. you must be nice to men even when they’re creeps because man feelings are delicate and must be protected at all costs).
6) Women sometimes don’t say what they’re really thinking/feeling because we’re used to our thoughts and emotions being invalidated and can learn to invalidate them ourselves.
7) You didn’t even fucking ask.
8) You see women as NPCs instead of people, so when they act like people you’re surprised and wonder how such a sophisticated NPC can exist and what algorithms drive it, instead of interacting with her as a human being.
The love of my life @scarletxharlot got a new piece from @inkbydavidh and it’s so beautifully awesome. #repost I’m just super in love with this
take care, 2014
a quick comic I made to test out my new art program^^
reblogging it here to:p
Walk upon the clouds, and feel the etheral feeling in your steps.
I want these so much. So very very much.
yes!! Real produce has blemishes and different colors and shapes!! I’ll never forget someone telling me that my veggies ‘looked wrong’ because I grew them in my garden..
The pulp of pulp by Bridget Collins