My Art Style Is Very Inconsistent Which Is Both Good But It Irks Me Sometimes I Jsut Want Frylock N Shake

My son was never a talkative person, he preferred using noises to get his thoughts through.

Typical of a cat, I'm sure. I am one!

Never understood why, maybe because I never got the chance to use that technique (since my parents wanted me to know the entire English vocabulary at four years old.) but I never put too much thought into it.

Until one day he came up to me, right after he woke up, hugged me and stared at me.

I thought he'd slow blink, usually he does that instead of a "I love you", maybe he's hungry, or just wants me to pick him up, but he just stared.

I didn't get it.

Until he said his first words, ever. "I love you mummy." Those were his first words.

He knew how to speak, at least we assumed, he just never did. And the first thing he says is that.

Then just walked away, walked away and went to get ready for the day and play with his many toys.

Like if he didn't just say an entire phrase.

it was the first time someone told me they loved me aside from Richard. Not even my parents ever said that.

My son's first words, and they were just there to tell me he loved me.

I think I spent the next hour or two crying about it.

Various doodles!!

i dont care about validity i care about my civil rights

It’s been a while since I posted, I’m into athf now and I see a lot of athf art here so have some art, :) I need more athf friends plsss

+ OC x canon for the last two

strawberries | raspberries | currants | cherries

— by Virginia Granberry (1831-1921)

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

Hoherodskopf December 2017 by janeway1973

By the way, my gynecologist—

BUT HE'S A SEX WALKING HERE, WHAT CAN I DO?

It's with a heavy but hopeful heart that I watch Palestinian families fundraiser on here, slowly accumulating the precious little money to go around that they need to survive. However, not everyone is so lucky. A lot of Palestinians that have not had that kind of luck, that did not get early verification, that did not get massive platforms behind them from large bloggers, have approached me in my inbox, asking me kindly to do what I can for them. It kills me that I have so little to give myself, but I've seen this platform collectively raise enough to change someone's life. I've made a list of Palestinian fundraisers that are extremely low on funds, in the hope that drawing attention to people who have not been lucky at all can help turn that luck around. I know most of us can't possibly give enough to get all of these families safe in one go. But please, reblog this list. Pick one or two fundraisers, give what you can, and then keep track of it. Slowly, collectively, we can make a difference in these people's lives. Share and donate as much as you can. https://docs.google.com/document/d/178EGDFKkHlh3y4TMVX82kqgITHsqtoMdNccI2f_94Os/edit?usp=sharing