My Thoughts on AbortionKeep in mind that everything written here is my own opinion and you don't have to agree. If you do, thanks!My Thoughts on Abortion1 month ago in Personal More Like This
The pro-lifers and pro-choice people are always fighting over which is better. To abort, or not to abort? That is the question. I personally believe that it depends on many factors. Firstly, I think that a woman has full right to abort a rape baby. If I was raped and got pregnant, there is no way I would want to keep some creep's child and raise it, then have it find out later that its dad was a disgusting piece of shit who forced himself on me and that I really didn't want a child to begin with. That's the #1 way to make a kid feel like a failure and an accident and I wouldn't want that.
Secondly, pro-lifers telling women that they shouldn't abort babies because the fetus "loves them" and that it can feel pain is not really a good enough reason to change someone's mind about abortion. Neither is religion. As a Christian, I am pro-choice, because I wouldn't want to bring a chi
Chill The Hell Out With This ShitOkay, so, did you know you can actually have your fetishes and your interests without being an obnoxious little brat about them in public? Because it's true! News to you, I know.Chill The Hell Out With This Shit2 months ago in Personal More Like This
I'm not going to make this into an extremely long rant, but I can't promise it'll be the nicest one I've ever written. I found a pic today whilst just browsing through random art, and three or four of the comments I saw before I got so sickened that I had to hit the back button were fantards saying stuff like "rape! Rape! Rape! :3" and others talking about rape as well. Okay, we get it. You want to see a FNAF animatronic rape a youtuber. I'm so happy you find that sexy and hot and feel you need to express your obvious fantard dream to the world.
I personally don't see an issue with having a fetish, whatever it may be, because I know I have my own shit that I happen to be into. But you cross a bit of a line when you're into something that could possibly be offensive and you pass it off as something that's
R. Sketches [IMPORTANT]After some deep consideration, I've decided to cancel the rest of the sketches. UNLESS you comment back onto this feed. This only pertains to the second half of the people that had originally asked for the sketches. If you comment, I will finish the sketch as promised, and sorry if I'm sounding kinda off but many have long forgotten about this anyways and I'm ready to move on. If you miss this message, and complain, well....I dunno, I'm not trying to piss anyone off okay :iconuhuhuhuplz:R. Sketches [IMPORTANT]1 year ago in Personal More Like This
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The Little ThingsYesterday, as I was on my way home from the doctor's office, I thought about something that I wanted to write here, because I think it'll help some people feel better about themselves and their lives.The Little Things1 month ago in Personal More Like This
Usually, when people contemplate or commit suicide, they think they have nothing to live for. There's just nothing out there that could ever possibly give them a reason to stick around, because all the bad things in the world overshadow the good things and in turn, make them believe there are no good things. I want anyone who feels this way to rethink that and look at, not just the big things, but those tiny, seemingly insignificant details that can have such an impact on how you feel about living.
I admit to feeling suicidal from time to time. I can't always pinpoint why, but when I can, I have that dreadful feeling of not really having a purpose here and having no reason to stay, despite the fact that I know better. So what do I do? I go outside and look around. I look at my
Out of Sight, Out of Mind~Out of Sight, Out of MindOut of Sight, Out of Mind4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't know how to speak
It's as if I've lived a lie
I feel exposed and weak
A truth I can't deny.
My body bears the scars
Irrational fears raging
Like a dog chasing cars
Collared and caging.
I flinch and wince in surrender.
I hide. I run. I'm so afraid.
Shredded in this tragic blender,
I tear. Battered and frayed.
Afraid of what? A memory?
A memory I can't remember.
A memory polished in emory,
Burning in the spark of an ember.
This memory haunting me.
Rotting me from the inside out.
A truth too blurred to see.
A truth that fogs me with doubt.
It plagues my dreams; day and night.
Looking over my shoulder; waiting.
Distracted, out of mind, out of sight.
Shadows taunting, calling, baiting.
I don't want to give in to the fear.
I just want to be free. Let me go.
How am I bound? Year after year?
By a scar my mind won't let me know?