To bad that the artist of the original drawing made it for only her boyfriend for his birthday and she showed it to the world cause she wanted to flaunt her amazing work.
It’s sad that people can’t be respectful.
It’s people like this that’s going to make the original artist stop showing us her stuff.
:(
(Source: milkywhitebones)
Ciara Neal’s Tattoo
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A Boring Day in Paradise
From Chapter 3. My character suffers from extreme homophobia. I actually have my reason for why. It doesn’t mean I myself dislike gays.
I mean you guys…
I like girls too.
So please don’t take offense.
“
Dahlonega sighed happily at this and finally turned to face me. The admiration and amusement in her eyes made her face vibrant and warm, and just like that, I was reminded of why just a look or a kind word from this woman had been enough to keep me as a faithful member of the Dahlonega fan club since elementary school.
“Riiiiiight.”
David’s voice broke whatever spell the woman had been weaving over me, and I would have been grateful for it, except that when I was finally able to drag my eyes away from hers, it was only to see Michael extend one hand towards me.
In reality, this is what happened:
“Sorry for the trouble. It’s good to finally meet a friend of Dahlonega’s. She needs all the help she can get right now. My name is Michael Hoff and this foul mouthed delinquent is David Reynolds. It’s nice to meet you.”
In my head, this is what happened:
“GOAH! I’m a homosexual. I’m gonna’ touch you with my homo hands and smear rainbow sperm all over you. Then you’ll rot from the outside in and I’ll drag your rotting carcass into my lair. Then I and my gay partner can invite lesbians, cross dressers, and trannies to stare at you until we all get horny, after which we’ll all have an orgy and watch your soul cry. RAAAAAHHHRRRRGGGG!”
Suffice is to say, to claim that I ran screaming back to my house, not only leaving my car door open but also the engine idling as it sat blocking two lanes, would be an understatement.
I’d like to think of it as escaping from the enemy.
Like a little bitch.
In front of my child/adulthood crush.
I banged my head against my locked front door and cursed myself for a long, long, time.
“
About me
23. Creative. Artist. Writer. Reader. I'm going somewhere. I love putting my hands in some hair and I love making people happy. I live with my best friend in middle of nowhere Illinois.
