Frustation - Blog Posts
had a dental procedure on Friday, I hate my new bite so much, I can’t even eat food normally-
Yeah. And you try to art anyway, but you just end up crying because you want to share so bad but you can't.
Is anyone else cursed with having great concepts for things but can’t make them because you’re broken and can’t art?
love transmasc/trans man lesbians so much and I’m so glad I’m part of a community that is full of them and super accepting but I’m afraid sometimes it’s so widespread in my friend groups and related circles that people start calling me butch and like, I’m not. just like before, it’s still the case that not every transmasc, even if they IDed we one before, feels comfortable with the lesbian label or identity. but it’s been multiple times now where people have referred to me as “butch” to my face. and I’m simply not one. never was. i’m so fag. hell you can call me a twink. but butch is not my gender, it’s not my way of expressing womanhood (bc im not one), and it’s not my way of expressing my masculinity either. being inclusive is so so awesome but can we CONTINUE TO TRY TO REFRAIN from referring to people as SPECIFIC IDENTITIES without ASKING THEM?
and transmasc lesbian ≠ butch
Im seeing a lot of great AU of every fandom im in and want to make a comic but i dont have any idea for a storyline ! I want to draw the turtle boy so baaaddd help !
I wrote an entire headcanon list for the upcoming Christmas, but my computer decided to be a dick and shut down before I could post it.
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I’m not rewriting it. It took too long to do it the first time.
Fanfiction Frustrations
Am I the only that finds it more frustrating when the author says “use your imagination” than an unfinished fic.
Because when it’s unfinished there’s at least the tiniest amount of hope of the author coming back to it.
But when it’s “use your imagination” I just wanna throw my phone at the wall.
I get so frustrated with myself sometimes. I have THOUGHTS about a serious topic, but when I try to express them, they never make as much sense to other people as they did in my head.
Silly Frustration
This one is for those who write their name small and messy
For the ones that got pushed into Besse
They’re ashamed and scared of the mistakes
With every single dreadful take
Sitting in my frustration
Study my realization
That I’m stuck
Out of bad luck
Can’t move in my seat
He’s watching in my normal horrible fleet
I studied my fast wit
Realizing I only have so much grit
Oh what I didn’t study
Does he see me as a silly fuddy-duddy?
My frustration should have,
Had him halved
Does he know how hard?
I don’t think he comprehends my backyard
His yearbook I should have signed to have no regrets
I lost my bet
Now I write my name small
I make anxious job calls
Afraid of making things worse,
I silently curse
Fire
Burning, tired anger
What am I doing with this stranger?
The world on fire, is a danger
Let it burn My existence is a shout into the void
I came out irritated and annoyed
Talking and joking just to avoid,
The fact that the world is on fire Live and burn
It’s always my turn
Why can’t I learn?
It’s because I’m trying not to catch a fire Teachers make me fail
Dietitians make me eat lousy kale
I’ll never stop listening to the storm with the hail
In order to mute the crackle of the flame I don’t need saving
But the charred roads need a new paving
But for Sara I’ll try to keep braving
I’m not brave; I’m just immune to the burn I can’t send mail
I think I’m made out of puppy dog tails
Not sugar and spices that you can buy in pails
Red, orange, yellow, blue Where are you mystery one?
The world is now the sun
Living in hell with no where to run
What moment did the world catch fire?