moral of the story is just be yourself i guess

Today during my urban exploration adventure i came across a very in depth spiritual and occult store. Shortly after entering a woman came out of the back room saying “there is someone of a particular interest here that i have been waiting to speak to for quite some time” and began walking down the aisles. Of course I didn’t think anything of it and kept browsing, looking at the different animal skulls and such. then she walked past my aisle and stopped for a couple seconds then turned around walked up to me and introduced herself and let me know she owned this establishment and then there was an awkward pause as she looked at me and the area around me as if she could see my aura before asking “this may sound weird but, have you by chance moved here relatively recently from far away?” to which i replied “ yeah i did actually, i just moved across the country from Virginia Beach. I mean damn, i really stick out like a sore thumb that much. Haha” i could tell she felt badly before saying “no no, please do not take offense, i meant nothing of the sort. I only ask, because i have been expecting a visitor from somewhere far away to visit with me and i think you may be the that person.” i let out a lil laugh “oh really now? you know, ive heard a lot Of pick up lines I’ve the years, but that the first time I’ve heard one like that haha. If you’d like to go out sometime hun all you ask haha” she smiled and laughed and looked me up and down and responded “well that is tempting. Maybe we’ll revisit that idea in a bit haha. But what i really wanted to ask is, would you like to be given a free Daemon Tarot card reading?” ive never heard of that kind of tarot card reading before so with a smile i said “sounds interesting, yeah sure” then she thanked me and took my hand and lead me through a door into this crazy ass looking room that looks like those psychic reading places you see in the movies, but for the dark arts. There was a certain heaviness in the air that put me in a serious mood for some reason. She then explained to me the difference between a regular tarot card and the Daemon Tarot and that the reason why she came up to me was because of certain visions she has been habit about a traveler that is at a crossroad in his life that has many different forces at working to sway his decision as i sat down. I was skeptical but I’m a very curious and open minded person so my interest was definitely sparked. Almost immediately i knew this lady was on another level. She knew, or rather found out, through her abilities and the cards, way too much personal information about me. Like fucked up scenarios that I’ve never told ANYONE. I was kinda freaked out to be honest. I won’t divulge the info about it, but i will say that she opened my eyes to see certain situations from outside of my own perspective a bit. Im still not sure if i will follow the route that the cards suggest, but i have a LOT of soul searching to do that’s for sure. At the end of the initial reading she fanned out the cards face down on the table and said “this card that you pick will reveal to you the spiritual entity that has taken an interest in you. I am aware of who it is because he spends a lot of time with you and is here now… And i now that I’ve finally met you after waiting since the winter solstice, i feel that it is important for me to let you know that you are closely connected in more ways than I’ve ever seen or known anyone to be to their daemon in over 20 years. Pick the card that You’re drawn to.” then without any hesitation i shot my hand to the cards and picked the one that caught eye because it was convered the most by the others and it was the card in the picture and she told the history behind him and his ideals which really resonated with me. I am kinda in an odd mood now after this whole, almost movie-like scenario which is invoking a LOT of deep introspection that just unfolded before me on what i thought was gonna be just another random day of wandering throughout my new hometown. I def have much to think about tonight. I guess the moral of the story is there is no such thing as coincidence. Everything matters. Be observant. OVERLOOK NOTHING. Every decision you make causes a ripple effect that has the possibly create a tsunami somewhere else. It does not fuckin matter if you’re aware of it or not or whether the fuck you like it or not, your actions WILL affect more than you can foresee. so be vigilant about making your decisions from a perspective outside of yourself to try to cut down on the collateral damage you might do to yourself and others, and most of all, i know it ain’t easy but, try to BE SAFE as you continue to blaze your own path through the jungle of life towards True Self Actualization. Thanks for your time in reading this long ass post, i appreciate you.

anonymous asked:

what do you think about killing stalking? ive never read it myself because the fans put me off…

it’s a good manhwa, the story is constructed pretty well. tension building techniques are good. both characters are fucked up. 

story always seems planned out. 

i got a little bored with the sexy girlfriend subplot, but it cleared itself up eventually. 

i have an issue, though, Sangwoo had sex with Bum in the most recent chapter and he didn’t use lube, he just shoved it in.

And all I wanna say is that if you tried that in real life, you’d hurt yourself and  the guy you’re trying to have sex with. 

Like.

Come on, Sangwoo, I know you don’t have sex with men, but christ… 

just a pet peeve, though, anal sex does not ruin a story. 

well, it does sometimes, but in this case, it was plot relevant, weirdly enough, so…forgiven. i guess. 

it was rape, though, i just mean from a narrative perspective, it was fine.

morally, no. not at all. they are not a couple. From a moral perspective Sangwoo is still an absolute monster and that is rape. And that’s not ok. . 

but narratively, fine, fine, fine, let’s move on. What’s next? That’s the kind of story killing stalking is, no matter how horrific…you’re still utterly compelled to continue it. 

GUYS OMF LOOK

I’M SORRY ABOUT THIS, REALLY, BUT I AM JUST FEELING SO PROUD RIGHT NOW

SO MY PARENTS GOT ME THIS WACOM DRAWING TABLET FOR MY BIRTHDAY

AND I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO USE IT, RIGHT? LIKE WTH IS A TABLET ANYWAY? 

SO SINCE I’VE GOTTEN IT, I’VE BEEN DOING LITTLE DOODLES AND SOME FANARTS AND STUFF BUT TODAY I WAS LIKE

NO MAN, I WANT TO LEARN TO DRAW PROPER ART, OKAY? DON’T CARE HOW BAD IT IS, I WILL LEARN!

SO I PICK UP MY TABLET AND START DOODLING A WOMAN’S FACE, WHICH IS MY DEFAULT DRAWING SUBJECT AND IT LOOKED LIKE THIS

NOT BAD, RIGHT? I WAS FINE WITH IT. 

AND THEN CAME THE DREADED PART OF ADDING COLOUR. I TOOK A BREATH AND STARTED. 

“ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO.”

AND THEN I JUST KIND OF STARTED DOING WHATEVER FELT RIGHT AND BEFORE I KNOW IT, LIKE AN HOUR HAS PASSED AND I TAKE A METAPHORICAL STEP BACK TO LOOK AT IT AND

FUCKING LOOK AT THIS. LOOK AT IT.

AND LOOK AT THAT EYE 

I DIDN’T KNOW I COULD DO THIS???????
OMG GUYS I AM ACTUALLY SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS HOLY CRAP

Moral of the story: Challenge yourself and try new things. You never know where you’ll end up.

And Sometimes

You have to admit you’re wrong.  Not my favorite hobby.  :)  Earlier today I posted another one of my (in)famous Tumblr Suicide Poems.  Probably a most unfortunate usage of verbiage.  There’s a story behind it, in that back in my Sir/Saint Frawley Days on Tumblr when most everything was positive and uplifting, except of course for the occasional extremely sad posts which would send all of my friends racing to my inbox to ask what’s wrong.  I believe they’re used to it/me by now and I greatly appreciate their acceptance.  Actually I love writing heart poetry be it happy or sad, and like many of you I too am very familiar with emotional highs and lows.  Oops, sorry, back to my point. Occasionally I would for various reasons write F Bomb Poems, and knowing full well that everyone would hate them since they came from Mr Nice, I titled them Tumblr Suicide Poems.  Of course since most of them were kind of cute or clever, I was wrong about 99% of the time.  I did learn a valuable lesson though, while I do try to be a mostly positive factor here, we all do need to be (and yes write for) ourselves.  I can honestly say I’ve been pretty true to that ideal for a while now, but sometimes being human, we all still make mistakes. A friend kindly called me out on it today, and I have to agree with them.  I meant Tumblr “only” suicide, but like some other words such as hatred, racism, rape, intolerance, there’s just nothing funny about it.  Remembering that long ago a smiling compassionate counselor informed me that I had an excellent saboteur, I changed the post to Tumblr Sabotage Poem and may yet “wisely”delete it.  Enough said, and I guess if there’s a moral to this story it would be, if ever in doubt about something, always go in the direction of not hurting yourself or others.  Love you all.  

Goodnight,
Mike <3        

"You look a lot happier in the more recent "after" photos! So happy for you."

The photo in question is this one: 

I guess my smirk is a bit obscure, however, let me assure you. I was just as happy here as I am today. My larger fat body did not make me unhappy. My smaller fat body does not change my relationship with happiness. 

Here’s some reference photos just in case you’re a bit iffy on this:

(This was taken at the same time as the first. I guess I seem a bit more “happier” here.)

Lack of smiling does not mean unhappy. This was right before I got my first tattoo, I was pretty fucking ecstatic! Peep the VBO (visible belly outline)

Moral of the story: Yes, it took me years to love my body but was lucky enough to not HATE my body. I just wasn’t okay with it for a very long time and then fell in love with it. Please don’t take my lack of smiling as hate or project that onto yourself. Be fat and happy. Love your body, it’s the only one you get (well until cyborgs).

Okay I’ve decided this needs to go in the tag.

I am so sick of “it triggers people because of x y and z” as a fucking excuse for spamming the tag. Ereri can be “triggering to many people”, and that’s why all the shippers are being harassed mercilessly? That’s bullshit. If people are triggered by art of two FICTIONAL people doing FICTIONAL things together, maybe they should go live their lives in a nice little plastic bubble, because this isn’t even real life. How to hell do these people manage outside their houses if stuff on the Internet that they are able to actively avoid if it bothers them so much triggers them? 

If I had arachnophobia, do you know what I would do? I wouldn’t follow blogs that post pictures of spiders. I would blacklist the tag “spider”, and I wouldn’t purposely go into the “spider” tag to bitch that the people in there are ruining my life, because that’s the sort of behaviour a fucking idiot would exhibit, and I am not a fucking idiot.

Moral of the story, I guess, is that sometimes you just have to do what you need to in order to protect yourself from things that hurt you. It’s not the responsibility of everyone else on the planet to try and make you feel safe, nor should it be. If Ereri is triggering to someone for whatever reason, damn, that sucks for them, yes, but it’s not MY, or any other Ereri shipper’s, problem to deal with, it’s their own.