The Homosexual Urge To Risk It All And Attempt Art Full Time

The homosexual urge to risk it all and attempt art full time

Uhh ye hi tumblrr~ *waves enthusiastically*

I did already do a "first post here" thing but I just wanna make sure that I'm a haphazard dumb artblog first, gay social media socialist zygote tumblrite second :33 you will thank me later when i actually have energy to post lol

Stupid dumb fucking cat doing stupid dumb fucking things... being a cat. *collective crowd gasp*

He can teach you some moves... If you'd like...

Crying that life is just. This

Really gonna try to be the best person I can be, I know I have my own issues but like I'll be damned if I don't do my best to try to make that time up with everyone else

Maybe I'll try fitting in the late memories of parents if I think about it hard enough but. its hard.

hmmm hmm thinking... one of the things you realize youve lost when you leave an abusive parent is not just the hole a parent leaves but the moments they robbed you of the rest of your family. im only now looking back on memories that should've been sweet, humanizing memories - of my grandparents singing with cracked voices, passionately, to happy birthday; to my cousins loudly running around and playing together during summer nights; to my aunts bickering over what boardgames to play -

im now realizing these things were important. they were loving. but at the time i saw them all through the eyes of someone who faced the world with scorn; grandparents singing was embarrassing and annoying, cousins playing too loudly was 'misbehaving' and 'shows lack of discipline', aunts bickering makes them 'busybodies' and 'immature' - nothing. nothing was cherished, nothing was forgiven in the ways proximity and family often allow for. no human action let slide. god forbid i even mention what living like that does to you.

low intelligence specimen