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Precious Angel

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Hey, how about plots that involve artists or creators being “boring”, “bland” or “on autopilot” when they take their medication kindly fuck off?

We don’t need any more of this “medication crushes your creativity” nonsense, is harmful and disgusting. Also ironically, if you use it at this point, indicative of how shallow your own ideas and creations are.

THIS.

Depression crushes your will to create. Anxiety crushes your passion. I can’t personally speak to other illnesses but I would guess that, say, ADHD or OCD are not helpful in finishing creative projects. Fuck off entirely with the idea that art comes from unrestrained mental illness. Nobody can create anything during a panic attack or after committing suicide.

And for fuck’s sake STOP IT with Van Gogh, you ignorant fucks. Van Gogh had his most prolific artistic period while actively being treated for his mental illness. And if aaaaaaaaaaall these famous artists got their talents from mental illness, you’d have fifty examples at your fingertips and wouldn’t need him as a poster boy.

And finally, I do not owe you art. If my choice WERE actually between “make art” and “treat mental illness,” it wouldn’t be some tragedy if I chose to be happy and healthy. What a selfish person you would have to be to decree that another human being has to be miserable so you can add to your pile of pretty things you’ll look at once and forget entirely the next minute.

The life and happiness of the artist is worth more than the fulfillment people get from looking at their art. Even if art was created better out of misery and despair, no one should go through that so you can appreciate the

aesthetic.

When I was on meds for my anxiety and depression (very wrongly dosed by my doctor. I was so drugged up I dont remember a lot and ended up in another bad relationship) I was able to paint all day everyday! Way more than I can now that I’m not on them anymore. I still paint but its harder for me to have the energy and the motivation. The meds HELPED me be the most creative I had been since before i was a teenager

I’M-- IMMA SUE

HIS HAIR? WOW.

HIS EYES? GORGEOUS.

HIS SCRUFF? I WANNA FEEL THEM RUB AGAINST THE INSIDE OF MY THIGHS WHILE HE’S EATING ME OUT.

THE EYE CONTACT? A BITCH IS WET.

HIS SMILE? IT CAN SOLVE ALL THE WORLD’S PROBLEMS.

HIS ARM VEINS? YES, DADDY.

HIS OUTFIT? SIMPLE, BUT DAMN.

HIS BICEPS? FUCKING PUT THEM TO WORK AND CHOKE ME.

HIS EVERYTHING??? HAS ME BREATHLESS.

FUCCKKK ME Grayson

All the times Samuel L Jackson said “Muthafucka” in a movie lol

play this at my funeral

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The only fireworks I’m interested in honestly

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Short and (hopefully) sweet! 
Y/N has had a terribly stressful day and all she really wants is Grayson. 

    Long. Annoying. Impossible. These, along with a laundry list of other words, described the day you had encountered. Nothing in particular had made it a rough one, but all the small things together had you feigning to get home and see the one person who always made your day better. Some how even when he was frustrating you with his often far-too-extra antics, you wouldn’t trade a second with Grayson. 

    You hadn’t planned on jumping his bones when he walked through the door when you first arrived home from work. That was until he texted you letting you know that he was hitting the gym before he would be in for the evening. Then your mind wandered to his sweaty body and the musk that was simply his and it was all you could think about. So, when his footsteps sounded on the flooring you hopped up from the bed and wore a smirk all the way into the living room where he was slipping off his shoes. 

OMG, my heart. This is adorable and wonderful and just gah!