“Bro, could you stop
being a loser?” Bokuto tells Kuroo as they were cooling down, few minutes after
they finished their respective teams’ assigned drills, with Bokuto sitting on
the floor with his legs outstretched in front of him, while Kuroo is sitting
crossed-leg beside him.
Kuroo almost spits out
the water he’s been drinking, and chokes at his haste to swallow it.
Well I am not gonna lie I wasn’t gonnna do this.. then I did it and I deleted it … and now I’m back cuz I read @crossedbeams and @carrie11
posts and they were awesome and inspiring . I am also doing this cuz when I talk to so many of you one of the first things that is always said is…“you’re so together and so confident” and well I’m not really –It’s fake it til ya make it and a facade of smoke, mirrors and duct tape.
I’m here to tell you that getting older doesn’t automatically mean you have your shit together or that you can’t be scared …
So… in no particular order..
I’m terrified of losing my family
I’m terrified that I’m fucking up my kids, should I make them do more? Should I push them harder? Am I preparing them for the world? What if they turn out to be assholes? Who do I ask these questions too?
I’m terrified that I cut my toxic mother out of my life, I have not spoken to her in almost 14 years – I know deep down that it was the only thing for my sanity, my marriage and my kids but still that wound hurts. Im a motherless mother and I am so insanely jealous of people who have fantastic. Relationships with their moms… I want that and can’t have it
I’m terrified I’m not doing enough to make myself a better person, that I’m coping out and taking the easy way… I’m not being a better role model of the good I want to see.
I’m terrified of the mommy guilt when I want to do something alone for me … when my kids say pls play with me and I just can’t do it anymore … the guilt… how it haunts me.
So I guess you can say that I’m prertty much scared shitless but I get up each day anyway, slap on a smile, put my running shoes on and do it anyway :-)
Might I say, as a furry and an archaeologist, your blog is perfection.
Why thank you!
I used to be a huge fan of ancient Egypt back when I was a kid, so I started off running off of things I remembered from that, which was probably inaccurate. Thanks to a couple of friends I’ve gotten back into talking about it more, so hopefully the inspirations I’ve drawn from have reflected it better!
Nooh I’m not excited about the @pixlpit figurine of @therealjacksepticeye …. dunno what ya talking about ^-^ thank you for the inspiration Robin ^-^ gonna have fun trying stuff out with this type of character design ^-^
Hello my lovelies followers!~
You’re maybe asking to yourselves ‘How she do that designs with her gemsonas??’
The answer it’s very easy!I just take a minute to see what’s happening arround,or i see something on tv,because (to me)is more easy in that way.I’m gonna explain,today i woke up and my hair had a biiig curl,and i thinked ‘Oh wow,i should use that to make a gemsona'And *poof*here’s the blue pearl.The point is,that a simple thing can be a great idea!I hope that helps~Keep creating!~~
❤️ oh im sweaty abt sending u one of these but you're wonderful rants!! you're an amazing friend & so inspiring and i talk abt u to my friends so often BOY & u always Hit me with that gay shit on my dash for which i'm always grateful
SANNE how could i say anything but the absolute best about you!!! youre my friend and youre INCREDIBLE your art!! your ocs!! your gay!! every time you post on my dash youre saying some incredibly gay shit idk how many times youve made a post thats like everything ive ever thought put into words… youre such an inspiration to me too youre so fuckin GOOD
9.16 basically this week’s productivity ; I put way more effort into this picture than I’m willing to admit of but hey, I put in the work so I can be as proud of it as I want :) also I don’t think I showed my new study space bc college so here it is!!
There is no wrong place to pray. I pray at my desk, on my living room floor, on the couch beside my dogs, in my bed, beside my bed, in the bathroom, in the shower, in the car on my way to work, walking down the street, in the morning when I wake up, in the evenings before I fall asleep.
There is no wrong way to pray. I pray with my eyes, closed, with my eyes open, with my knees on the ground, standing up, sitting down, curled into a ball, holding my own hands, moving my hands around, raising my hands in the air, holding someone else’s hands.
There is no wrong way to say a prayer. Some days I repeat myself over and over, some days I cry, some days I get angry, some days I tell Him everything, some days I can’t seem to tell Him anything, some days I use flowery language, some days I use foul language, some days I use hardly any language. Help me, I whisper.
There is no wrong place to pray, there is no wrong way to pray, there is no wrong way to talk to our Creator, our Father, our best friend, our God.