annoying text messages

idk if there’s a trend going on but i’ve been getting a sudden influx of messages asking me if they can repost my art on their instagram. 

If you look on my FAQ you will find your answer: 

And this goes for any other social media platforms. Please for the love of all that is good in this world, do not repost my art. 

if you don’t even have the decency to ask beforehand, just… do me a favor and save yourself the trouble, and don’t post at all. I upload all my art on both Twitter and Tumblr, please reblog or retweet at your leisure. 

If you would like to USE MY ART, say in an AMV, vine, banner artwork, blog theme, or use my art in any way that is not the same as reposting my art in its original form, please ask me beforehand! In most cases I am happy to give permission, but i would like to know if my art is being used for something. 

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Y33T! Your text messages just got penetrated by the SWAGDICK! 🙏🙌👌💯💦😫

Send along the SWAGDICK to your best bros, 👨‍❤️‍👨

Your side hoes, 😏💁🏻

And the peeps u just wanna Netflix and Chill with 😉📺

If you don’t send along the SWAGDICK to 69 of your baddest bitches, 😈 your PULLOUT game will be WEAK 😩 for the next 10 years. 😱

And you’ll get stabbed 🔪😂

✌️✌✌ peace, love, and SWAGDICK

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“Trust God” aka potentially die. No wonder the clinic wouldn’t do the procedure. I hope she gets help from an actual doctor and not these people.

If she dies because of this pregnancy, make no mistake, these people who have harassed her and annoyed her through text message played a part.

These screenshots were taken from a public Facebook.

Today

I was woken up by my phone.  A call from an unknown number.  I ignored it and rolled over, going back to sleep.  My phone kept buzzing, so I picked it up, annoyed.  I found four text messages, two emails and a voice mail from my employer asking if I was alive.  I found frantic messages from my mother asking if I was alive.  I found an alert from facebook asking if I was alive.  Because some bigot had killed 50 people, and wounded 53 more, at a gay club less than 5 miles from my house.  During the middle of Pride month.

I messaged corporate to let them know I was alive.  I messaged my supervisor to make sure my location was up and operating today.  I told my mom I was okay.  I posted “I’m safe” messages on facebook and Tumblr.  Then I went back to sleep.  Because I still have to work.  I still have to get on with my life.

I don’t know how to feel.  I don’t know if all my friends are safe, or even alive.  I don’t know how I’m going to deal with the fact that this happened here, less than five miles from my home.  I don’t know how to deal with the fact that this happened at a place I know, at a place some of my coworkers go to.  I don’t know how to deal with the fact that my community and my people have been violently robbed of one of our safe spaces.

I don’t know how to deal with the fact that they are killing us for the crime of existing.