1. Voltaire

    track: Bomb New Jersey

    album: Ooky Spooky

    theopoiesis:

    Voltaire: Bomb New Jersey

    Because reasons. And people in livestream from New Jersey.

    This song is currently on replay for me, aggressively singing along. 

    For the past 3 weeks or so, I’ve been dealing with harassment from my neighbors every time I walk outside, even if it’s just to get the mail. 

    You know I dress alternative, a mix between goth-punk-emo-hipster-whateverthefuck. I wear boots and fishnets, etc. 

    And because it’s getting warmer, I have whipped out the skirts and boots. Ever since then, my neighbors across the street yell at me to “dress normal”, “take off the hooker boots”, “you look like a prostitute”, “why don’t you dress normally”, “go back inside”, and then there’s cat call whistling between it all. 

    Meanwhile, they just wear … well, jeans and t-shirts … and they also run an illegal daycare, but we won’t get into that, as I’ve bitched about it before.

    2. Reblogged from theopoiesis

    Jun 7, 2013

  2. I just…fucked up again, I guess…

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    3. Feb 1, 2013

  3. That’s great, but life isn’t a Disney movie.

    There’s no such thing as princesses and princes.

    It should be required that you let your kids grow up on movies like Hell Raiser and American History X.

    Not Disney movies, because you’re only setting them up for disappointment on what life is. People are selfish fucking assholes who won’t do shit for you, and they are incapable of such fictional love.  

    4. Reblogged from most-awkward-moments

    source: tastefullyoffensive

    Oct 16, 2012

  4. verybadanimeart:

    can we talk about those “boobie” bracelets

    they’re annoying and i want to burn them

    I agree that breast cancer needs a cure, but so does every other type of cancer. The amount of attention breast cancer gets, compared to what other serious illnesses get, pisses me of. Because YES, we are well aware of it by now. 

    How can we NOT be aware of it by the amount of advertising and product placement that is made from it? Yeah, a portion of breast cancer “accessories” go to funding, but MOST of the profit goes in the pockets of company putting it out there. 

    I STILL want to see some heart disease awareness, because that is the number one killer for women, NOT breast cancer…but companies ignore heart disease, because it’s not a “sexy disease”.

    Time to turn anon off now and go to bed.

    5. Reblogged from yoiko-yokochou

    Oct 4, 2012

  5. fuck-no-my-little-pony:

    ForeverPandering’s lastest video talks about why Kick starter Documentaries are becoming utter crap (and some other things)

    The bronycon documentary is around 3mins,but I suggest you watch the entire thing to get the full point.

    This. This person speaks the truth about this damn documentary. I know I bitched about it before, but the amount if money this fucking documentary has gathered is seriously pissing me off, because there’s so much /more/ out there that could actually use that cash: the homeless, animals, medical funding, charity care (such as for people who can’t afford medication), education funding in poor areas…jfc. And the thing is, you could /still/ make that documentary with even less of a quarter than what it has. I really….really….really hope I get to be one of the artists in the AA they interview. Oh wait, I won’t since I’m not fucking Internet famous enough.

    6. Reblogged from fucknomylittleponyisclosed

    Jun 28, 2012

  6. Tumblr, I swear to God, sometimes I really fucking hate you.

    Can’t you take a single joke, quote, or statement of sarcasm that someone posts, without pulling out subtext that doesn’t even exist to begin with, in order to turn it into some huge fucking deal about one of the following:

    How it’s not PC of being Transgender.
    How it’s not PC of the subject of rape.
    How it’s not PC of body image.
    How it’s not PC of women’s rights.

    I swear, I’m all for that stuff too, but I’m getting so fucking sick of seeing people attack some poor person who meant to make a light hearted joke (example of them quoting a line-from-a-movie-that-was-spoken-by-a-5-year-old-in-Kindergarten Cop, “Boys have a penis, girls have a vagina.”), getting attacked, “called out” and yelled at in the mist of 8 paragraphs+, about what is politically correct, right, and fair…when I bet most of the time, the op knows it already themselves. 

    JFC. 

    This is not a dick waving contest.

    7. Jun 23, 2012

  7. I guess it’s understandable to look down on their daughter/relative who draws mostly porn for a living, but please stop telling me to my face that what I do is not a real job. Please stop insisting that there’s no possible way I can make money off what I do.   Only my mom knows I draw a lot of porn/fetishes for people (and out of all the them, she is the most “supportive”…for what it’s worth…surprisingly) , but the rest of my family and extended family thinks I just do that kiddy stuff and animals, and I still get the third degree from them. Most people get low confidence on their art from elitists and assholes online, and while that does play a part in my lack of confidence, most of mine is fueled by my family and  other people I know in real life~aka fiance’s family giving me the same shit too…but props to them. They do it behind my back instead to my face.

    I guess it’s understandable to look down on their daughter/relative who draws mostly porn for a living, but please stop telling me to my face that what I do is not a real job. Please stop insisting that there’s no possible way I can make money off what I do.  

    Only my mom knows I draw a lot of porn/fetishes for people (and out of all the them, she is the most “supportive”…for what it’s worth…surprisingly) , but the rest of my family and extended family thinks I just do that kiddy stuff and animals, and I still get the third degree from them.

    Most people get low confidence on their art from elitists and assholes online, and while that does play a part in my lack of confidence, most of mine is fueled by my family and  other people I know in real life~aka fiance’s family giving me the same shit too…but props to them. They do it behind my back instead to my face.

    8. Reblogged from artist-confessions

    Jun 17, 2012

  8. Even if this is a shoop, it’s still true. This is why I love the city life even more. I grew up in the country, and so I was thrown propaganda all my life that “people in the city are so rude.” When technically, I found the opposite to be true (going to college in Philadelphia, and then in Toronto…and then with my constant stays in NYC).  People in the city have always been nice to me (yes, you are going to get SOME nasty folks, but you never see them again). If you look lost, someone will stop and help you even if you don’t ask. People DO greet you when you walk in stores, as I’ve been told…again…”Everyone is so rude and horrible there. They don’t even greet you when you go in a restaurant!” Meanwhile, here in the country, it’s all a bunch of bull-shit.  Everyone knows everyone. Everyone is SO concerned with each other’s lives. At first you may think that its nice of them..that it may mean they care about you, but it’s quite the opposite.  Everyone talks behind your back. Everyone talks about everyone else as long as that person isn’t there. To put it simply: nosy neighbors. Now THAT is rude.  No one EVER felt the need to stop and have a conversation with me as I was going into my apartments while I lived in the city. It’s not being rude, it’s being respectful. Yes, a simple “hi” is fine…but in the country here, it’s a “Hi” and then.the.person.doesn’t.shut.up. They want to know every detail of your day, how your dog is, how your flower pot is doing. Then if you dare show a lack of interest in responding, or asking them the same questions about their life, they peg you as a snob, talk shit about you, and then make your life a living hell.  Go away. I don’t have time to talk with you. I’m not your friend. I HAVE THINGS TO DO.  That’s why people don’t even think about holding mindless conversations in the city, because everyone has their own life, and they understand that.  People simply don’t bother you. There’s so many people in a city, that nothing really comes as a shock if they see someone who dresses different (punk/goth/whatever). They won’t stop and stare, point, or make fun of you. Again, they have BETTER things to do, and they don’t have that ignorance of being uneducated that different types of people exist since there’s so many people to see and experience all day long.  Being in the country? As I dress between goth and “artsty”, I always get stared at, pointed at, laughed at, etc (which also falls under being rude). That NEVER happened while I was living in a city.  End random rant (?)

    Even if this is a shoop, it’s still true. This is why I love the city life even more. I grew up in the country, and so I was thrown propaganda all my life that “people in the city are so rude.”

    When technically, I found the opposite to be true (going to college in Philadelphia, and then in Toronto…and then with my constant stays in NYC). 

    People in the city have always been nice to me (yes, you are going to get SOME nasty folks, but you never see them again). If you look lost, someone will stop and help you even if you don’t ask. People DO greet you when you walk in stores, as I’ve been told…again…”Everyone is so rude and horrible there. They don’t even greet you when you go in a restaurant!”

    Meanwhile, here in the country, it’s all a bunch of bull-shit. 

    Everyone knows everyone. Everyone is SO concerned with each other’s lives. At first you may think that its nice of them..that it may mean they care about you, but it’s quite the opposite. 

    Everyone talks behind your back. Everyone talks about everyone else as long as that person isn’t there. To put it simply: nosy neighbors. Now THAT is rude. 

    No one EVER felt the need to stop and have a conversation with me as I was going into my apartments while I lived in the city. It’s not being rude, it’s being respectful. Yes, a simple “hi” is fine…but in the country here, it’s a “Hi” and then.the.person.doesn’t.shut.up. They want to know every detail of your day, how your dog is, how your flower pot is doing. Then if you dare show a lack of interest in responding, or asking them the same questions about their life, they peg you as a snob, talk shit about you, and then make your life a living hell. 

    Go away. I don’t have time to talk with you. I’m not your friend. I HAVE THINGS TO DO. 

    That’s why people don’t even think about holding mindless conversations in the city, because everyone has their own life, and they understand that. 

    People simply don’t bother you. There’s so many people in a city, that nothing really comes as a shock if they see someone who dresses different (punk/goth/whatever). They won’t stop and stare, point, or make fun of you. Again, they have BETTER things to do, and they don’t have that ignorance of being uneducated that different types of people exist since there’s so many people to see and experience all day long. 

    Being in the country? As I dress between goth and “artsty”, I always get stared at, pointed at, laughed at, etc (which also falls under being rude). That NEVER happened while I was living in a city. 

    End random rant (?)

    9. Reblogged from the-absolute-funniest-posts

    source: thewhatever

    May 27, 2012

  9. change-ling: Why would you EVER want to do that? Being in the mental ward was one of the worst things that ever happened to me. I lost everyone, I cried non stop, my self harming got progressively worse, I failed every class I was in because I couldn’t go to school for half the year. The nurses, and doctors treated me like shit. I was sent to the isolation room, for standing up against one of their rules. The nurses were all told that I was “dangerous” and a problem, because I stood up for all the other kids there when the nurses were being ass holes. They put me on so much medication, and I was in there for my fucking birthday. My “sweet sixteen”, they told me that they didn’t celebrate birthdays there, and I wasn’t allowed to go see my family or anything. My depression, and anxiety, and my ED got so bad, it wasn’t like anything I have ever experienced. For months after I was discharged I had nightmares of the nurses every single night. Everywhere I went the people I saw somehow morphed into the nurses from my perspective. I was so anxious, and upset, I couldn’t go back to school for the rest of the year. I’m sorry for the extremely personal rant. This just pisses me off. Even when I was scared for my life, I didn’t go back in there. Find some other way to get help. Talk to someone, a friend, a professional, a loved one. When you go to a mental ward, it’s not to get help. All they do is diagnose your problem, and then you get sucked into the depression, and anxiety of living in a place with several other disturbed people. I would only go back if I was sure I wasn’t stable enough to be left alone. And that actually happened. I was scared to be left on my own because of what I would do to my self… And they didn’t let me in because I wanted to be there.  So long story short… Even if you DO want to go to a mental ward, they won’t let you in. They only let me in when I didn’t want to be there. I spat in their faces, swore, and kicked. And they sent me away. I cried, and screamed, because I didn’t feel safe, and they sent me home.  The only time I ever got proper help, was when I was out of the hospital and seeing a professional. So do that instead.  RANT OVER, I’M SORRY.  This! Do NOT be sorry for sharing your story change-ling. I WISH more people would be open about their experiences in mental wards, because it is NOT some glorified experience like how the media portrays it. It is NOT some place where you go to be a bad ass and rebel against the doctors saying, “you’re crazy”…and you prove them wrong by showing that your “crazy” is actually normal…all the while, having fun on some drugs. NO, that’s not it at all….and it pisses me THE FUCK off every time I see one of these posts on websites where some person is writing about how cool it would be to go to a mental institution, and how awesome it would be.  Just as the above poster wrote, my depression and anxiety got worse thanks to the mental institution where I was. It did NOT cure my depression, PSTD, or self-harm and suicidal issues. The only thing it did was give me time to think about how to better hide it so that I.did.not.go.back.there. This was back in 2007, and now 5 years later I STILL struggle with the same issues that I was put in there for. You have NO privacy whatsoever. The bouncers orderlies watch you shower and go to the bathroom. They watch you dress and undress every day. You are on a strict schedule, and you know what happens if you don’t want to do karaoke?  The big orderlies will yell and scream in your face like drill sargents.  You know what happens if you still don’t get up? They pick you up and carry you to the room. They then drop you down in the seat hard—not caring if they injure you in the process…which then YOU later get blamed for and they keep you there longer, and they drug you up so much. Drugs: No. It’s not cool to be so “stoned out of your mind” that you have no idea what’s going on. It’s scary. You’re a walking zombie…and you are not able to feel your mind and body correctly. This is a problem with the other patients, because some of them have been known to molest other patients. I had to deal with a patient giving me rape threats almost every day. And it’s scary when you can’t remember what happened the previous day, since your mind is so messed up. Then if you are REALLY bad (where I was), they would inject you with something…lock you in a CAGE (I am not joking)…think size of an outdoor cage for a pet fox…where you would sit in a chair, drooling over yourself as the other patients could come up and watch and laugh at you. You have no choice of food. I ate egg noodles with gravy more days than I can count. If you’re hungry when it’s not meal time? No one fucking cares. You cannot have food/drinks outside the eating room (which they keep locked except for meals). You want a drink of water? You have to ask the nurses for it every time.  Then, as I touched a bit on before, you also have to deal with the other patients…patients that follow you around, touch you, don’t shower, and talk-non stop…even when you’re trying to sleep at night. They don’t care if you couldn’t sleep because of it, if you’re not up when the bell rings, you get yelled at, tossed around to where they want you to be, and/or put in the cage.  So please, shut the fuck up with all this “omg being in a ward would be so much fun!” Check your privileges, and get it through your heads that it’s like a fucking prison.

    change-ling:

    Why would you EVER want to do that? Being in the mental ward was one of the worst things that ever happened to me. I lost everyone, I cried non stop, my self harming got progressively worse, I failed every class I was in because I couldn’t go to school for half the year. The nurses, and doctors treated me like shit. I was sent to the isolation room, for standing up against one of their rules. The nurses were all told that I was “dangerous” and a problem, because I stood up for all the other kids there when the nurses were being ass holes. They put me on so much medication, and I was in there for my fucking birthday. My “sweet sixteen”, they told me that they didn’t celebrate birthdays there, and I wasn’t allowed to go see my family or anything. My depression, and anxiety, and my ED got so bad, it wasn’t like anything I have ever experienced. For months after I was discharged I had nightmares of the nurses every single night. Everywhere I went the people I saw somehow morphed into the nurses from my perspective. I was so anxious, and upset, I couldn’t go back to school for the rest of the year. I’m sorry for the extremely personal rant. This just pisses me off. Even when I was scared for my life, I didn’t go back in there. Find some other way to get help. Talk to someone, a friend, a professional, a loved one. When you go to a mental ward, it’s not to get help. All they do is diagnose your problem, and then you get sucked into the depression, and anxiety of living in a place with several other disturbed people. I would only go back if I was sure I wasn’t stable enough to be left alone. And that actually happened. I was scared to be left on my own because of what I would do to my self… And they didn’t let me in because I wanted to be there. 

    So long story short… Even if you DO want to go to a mental ward, they won’t let you in. They only let me in when I didn’t want to be there. I spat in their faces, swore, and kicked. And they sent me away. I cried, and screamed, because I didn’t feel safe, and they sent me home. 

    The only time I ever got proper help, was when I was out of the hospital and seeing a professional. So do that instead. 

    RANT OVER, I’M SORRY. 

    This! Do NOT be sorry for sharing your story change-ling. I WISH more people would be open about their experiences in mental wards, because it is NOT some glorified experience like how the media portrays it. It is NOT some place where you go to be a bad ass and rebel against the doctors saying, “you’re crazy”…and you prove them wrong by showing that your “crazy” is actually normal…all the while, having fun on some drugs.

    NO, that’s not it at all….and it pisses me THE FUCK off every time I see one of these posts on websites where some person is writing about how cool it would be to go to a mental institution, and how awesome it would be. 

    Just as the above poster wrote, my depression and anxiety got worse thanks to the mental institution where I was. It did NOT cure my depression, PSTD, or self-harm and suicidal issues. The only thing it did was give me time to think about how to better hide it so that I.did.not.go.back.there. This was back in 2007, and now 5 years later I STILL struggle with the same issues that I was put in there for.

    You have NO privacy whatsoever. The bouncers orderlies watch you shower and go to the bathroom. They watch you dress and undress every day. You are on a strict schedule, and you know what happens if you don’t want to do karaoke?  The big orderlies will yell and scream in your face like drill sargents. 

    You know what happens if you still don’t get up? They pick you up and carry you to the room. They then drop you down in the seat hard—not caring if they injure you in the process…which then YOU later get blamed for and they keep you there longer, and they drug you up so much.

    Drugs: No. It’s not cool to be so “stoned out of your mind” that you have no idea what’s going on. It’s scary. You’re a walking zombie…and you are not able to feel your mind and body correctly. This is a problem with the other patients, because some of them have been known to molest other patients.

    I had to deal with a patient giving me rape threats almost every day.

    And it’s scary when you can’t remember what happened the previous day, since your mind is so messed up.

    Then if you are REALLY bad (where I was), they would inject you with something…lock you in a CAGE (I am not joking)…think size of an outdoor cage for a pet fox…where you would sit in a chair, drooling over yourself as the other patients could come up and watch and laugh at you.

    You have no choice of food. I ate egg noodles with gravy more days than I can count. If you’re hungry when it’s not meal time? No one fucking cares. You cannot have food/drinks outside the eating room (which they keep locked except for meals). You want a drink of water? You have to ask the nurses for it every time. 

    Then, as I touched a bit on before, you also have to deal with the other patients…patients that follow you around, touch you, don’t shower, and talk-non stop…even when you’re trying to sleep at night. They don’t care if you couldn’t sleep because of it, if you’re not up when the bell rings, you get yelled at, tossed around to where they want you to be, and/or put in the cage. 

    So please, shut the fuck up with all this “omg being in a ward would be so much fun!” Check your privileges, and get it through your heads that it’s like a fucking prison.

    10. Reblogged from change-ling

    source: everyonehasasecreet

    May 19, 2012

  10. I laid in bed for 4 hours and couldn’t sleep at all…and I have to be up in two hours…then be at fucking therapy for 5 hours, and get harassed if I don’t participate or sound happy. Today is going to suck.

    I could easily just call out, but I am a man of my word…

    11. Apr 16, 2012

  11. What to do?

    Without going into revealing details, there is a pretty large group that I am a co-creator of to a particular fandom/show on DA. In fact, it is DA’s largest group for the particular series. 

    Lately the founder and a few other mods/co-creators are getting annoyed with the amount of yaoi/slash the group has been receiving. 

    In our admin area, in a private discussion, some comments are being made that are really getting under my skin. I’m replacing any revealing information with asterisks. 

    “The fluff kind that looks more like their good friends, I’ll allow to stay, but the hardcore yaoi needs to go.”

     ”I get disgusted when I see hardcore yaoi “***”. For crying out loud,*** single and straight AND *** is married to his wife then let’s not forget he has his daughter, ***.

    So just because it disgusts you, you want to ban it from the group? Also, that particular guy has never officially claimed his sexuality out loud. While it is likely he IS straight, it’s not right for you to say it like it’s law, especially with said guy has made SEVERAL slashy jokes between him and his friend (WHICH is why so much slash art exists of it).

    “Now whenever “***” is even mentioned, I gag with the thought because of the horrific things people create between *** and ***.

    Even worse then hormonely-stressed girls hooking up with ***.”

    Now, In my opinion, the slash fans have been way more mature than the “hormonely-stressed girls” of the fandom. We KNOW that these two people are not actually a couple, and we don’t deny that one of the guys is married and has a kid. However, I’ve had several friends on Facebook who fall under the “hormonely-stressed girls”, and I would always see things like, “Even though *** doesn’t know I exist yet, we will get married some day!” or, “Good night ***, I am pretending I am sleeping next to you tonight.”

    And finally:

    “I didn’t create it for yaoi. ”

    Fine, that’s cool…but it is really disheartening when you allow straight pairings/oc’s but not gay ones. That really seems homophobic. Not to mention, it is also the biggest group on DA for this series.

    I gave my thoughts in the thread as politely as I could manage, and I said that it wouldn’t be a smart move on the group’s part to outright deny yaoi/slash, because I have seen backlash that other groups get when they do this. 

    I suggested that, if the group does not want yaoi, then they should say that ANY gender pairing mature images are not allowed, even het ones.

    I haven’t gotten a reply yet…and I’ll be honest and say that I WILL leave that group COMPLETELY if they put this “no yaoi slash” rule in place, because I WILL NOT be associated with something that is so blatantly homophobic. 

    And this is the part where I’m asking “what to do”, because the more I read these comments by my fellow mods, the more I feel really irritated and dismayed. I feel like I want to leave the group completely due to how they are talking right now…but I do have high participation in this group with its members at the same time.

    Several people have often found my own DA page and befriended me in saying that they saw I was a co-creator of this certain group too.

     

    12. Feb 16, 2012

  12. FIRST 70 TO REBLOG GET PROMOTED TO 50,000+ !

    i-n-f-i-n-i-t-e-h-e-a-r-t:

    must be following i-n-f-i-n-i-t-e-h-e-a-r-t and galaxy-dr3ams

    no likes

    we check if youre following!

    must each in 10 mins!

    3 random solos!

    gogo<3

    This shit right here makes me unfollow people so fast. 

    It’s all a bunch of bullshit. They are always teen blogs that steal photography photos off Google, too. They don’t actually promote you, but rather these dumbass “first # to reblog gets promoted MUST BE FOLLOWING me and _____ ” is just a way to promote themselves and get more followers.

    So yeah.

    I’m hardcore and unfollow you if you pull this shit.  

    13. Reblogged from whenetever

    Dec 30, 2011

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