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edentimm:

i dont exist so you can find me attractive and acceptable

Disclaimer: I, in no way, intended this to glorify abuse. I’m deeply sorry if it has triggered you. I had tags underneath this (anger, angry) and I had hoped that’d be enough, but clearly I didn’t think this one through. I never expected this to take off, on average, my art gets maybe 20 notes. Maybe. And I never expected anyone would take this comic personally. I should have added a proper explanation, but since everyone is reblogging it from everyone else, this is all I can do.

This is a personal vent comic on my feelings of being told its my fault that I was sexually harassed. That’s where this came from. If you believe this is glorifying abusive measures, I never meant that. In fact, anger is the thing that saved my from a really unhealthy relationship.

It was the thing to finally show that toxic person that they had ZERO control over me. I don’t want to tell people how to deal with their abuse, I wasn’t a part of it, I don’t get a say. But on the flipside, please do not tell me how to deal with toxicity in my life. I have never been this enraged, but drawing stuff out like this keeps me from cracking. It’s how I control my anger.

If this comic is deeply unsettling/triggering/or you just hate it - tumblr saviour my blog “edentimm”. That way you’ll never have to see it again.

I’m sorry if I’ve hurt anyone by dealing with my emotions in the only way I know how. That was never my intention. I now know that, for next time, I need to add an explanation in the description.


Vaporeon by matsushige

rose-verres:

“A three second exposure meant that subjects had to stand very still to avoid being blurred, and holding a smile for that period was tricky. As a result, we have a tendency to see our Victorian ancestors as even more formal and stern than they might have been.”

(via myvicioustongue)

I’ve found that love resonates enormously differently with age. For many of us, the young version is just the tip of the iceberg. It’s all wrapped up with heat and excitement, and enough trashy literature and TV to completely shortchange the bigger picture of what it means with time. The definition for me has become the ability to be nonjudgmentally, compassionately, forgivingly connected to other. It’s like the great John Lennon song ‘All You Need is Love.’ Damn right. To live in the possibility of behaving toward all living things with love is going to determine our survival as a planet. But let me be clear: the early version - the fall off a cliff, what is he thinking, when is he going to call feeling - is really fun. Some of us never let go of wanting a hit of that. Love is bigger than that, but it’s not instead of that. And it’s a piece without which life is a little grayer.
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Ali McGraw (via oreowh0re)

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pointetothesky:

Alphonse Mucha

"Alfons Maria Mucha (Ivančice, 24 July 1860 – Prague, 14 July 1939), often known in English and French as Alphonse Mucha, was a Czech Art Nouveau painter and decorative artist, known best for his distinct style. He produced many paintings, illustrations, advertisements, postcards, and designs."

(Source: mysticjc, via fuckyeah-nerdery)