When I Was A Kid, I Loved To Help My Mom Cook. One Day, When I Was Maybe 6 Or 7, We Were Making Homemade

When I was a kid, I loved to help my mom cook. One day, when I was maybe 6 or 7, we were making homemade french fries. I was a bit apprehensive to use the potato peeler, but I was able to get the hang of it. I must've got a little too comfortable, because the next thing I knew, I had peeled.. my finger.

I didn't know so much blood could come out of a finger, really. I almost passed out just from the sight - I've always had that problem. That's why I have to lay down when having my blood drawn.

The scar is still here today: a pale crescent moon on the tip of my index finger. And I still can't use a potato peeler.

scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife

the most unrealistic part of reading psych fanfictions is the characters being surprised when shawn isn't straight. look at him and TELL me that's not the most bisexual man you've ever met!!

a little behind the scenes here,,

Cute birds appreciation post

things to ask yourself when designing a female character:

how much blood is she covered in

are her eyes filled with madness

can she rip things to shreds with her fingernails

having chronic pain is basically not doing your stretches and not doing your stretches every day until you die

let's not forget the top rung of the capitalism ladder, "owns disney."