Buy My Art So I Can Buy More Dumb Things

buy my art so I can buy more dumb things

just don't

it is one odd thing to dream of "dead friends", in which when you do, you have the idea of "I know you are a ghost, hey someone else can see you? that is cool"

and then their sibling is in the dream, "oh good you see them too?" during that one time I thought the other had died to.

but then she did.  and now there is a "didn't you die? why/how are you here?" but their sister is no longer in the dream and I don't know why.

it is so weird.

and dogs. I dream of our dead dogs, and family wants me to feed the dogs. but I'm not taking care of ghost dogs

Please (do not) give a welcoming round of applause to our newest entry—Raijuu! Here is their main blog.

Raijuu is a dysphoric transgender furry-loving pegasister therian/demonkin who claims to be the incarnation of Raijuu, a six-tailed thunder weasel youkai. Her mother was a Raijuu as well,...

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why can't more machinekin just say they are like, beings like those transformers. I mean they were extra terrestrials right?

what is transabled

so this is a "i'm fine but really feel like, or wish I were/was_________"

is this just a cute way of saying "I think I'm going to merge Munchhausen's with hypochondria"

screw you guys. be nice to me. I'm medicated but I swear I have Borderline personality disorder and some shizmits like that.

or eah. maybe I was supposed to?

or maybe I was not supposed to be with scoloisis and neuro fibromatosis. yeah yeah. the backwards of transabled. I have reason to have body dysmorphia. I don't empthizie with the "i'm 300 pounds overweight I hate my body"

I also am transhobby. I just gravitate twords drawing things, but I should of been a really really good female wrestler.

I may of been born  a geek, but I don't think I can, as hard as I try be a scene brat clubber or swinger.

that is what it is.

so much a sorry

i feel so terrible I cannot easily get into contact with a kiln and don't think it is right to ask those places where it just feels like a "stop by, pay money, paint your own pottery" to go "yo! how much to just fire this thing? it has glaze, it just needs to be fired. I don't want to feel like these horrible people and kids from the internet who break promices and run off with money"