So, I suffer from intense self loathing thoughts due to low self esteem, depression, anxiety—I’ve got PTSD, a mood disorder, the whole nine yards. I frequently tear myself apart with thoughts about how much I suck, how I shouldn’t try to be creative, or try to make friends, because I’m worthless. Sometimes I even tell myself that I shouldn’t exist.

But the fact is this is all bullshit.

Here’s what I’ve started doing: I think of all those depressive, hateful, cruel, self-loathing thoughts as anon hate. Yes. I imagine it as literally someone using the anonymous ask function to tear me down and I imagine myself responding to it with sass and a whole shit-ton of self confidence. If that’s hard to imagine sometimes, I think of someone I admire doing it.

Like so:



Look at that shit. That is often what my thoughts sound like, and I’m sure many other people experience the same thing. Now look at the response. Doesn’t it feel fucking awesome to just flip off someone who degraded you for no reason? Isn’t it hilarious to think up sassy, fabulous responses to assholes? It’s such a great feeling to realize that your self-loathing thoughts are not any truer than cowardly, unnecessarily cruel anonymous hate.

How would you feel if someone said what you say about yourself to one of your friends? Man, I would fucking take them down. Or at the very least, I would make sure the victim of these awful attacks knows that these things are baseless and stupid.

Depression makes us question our own self worth. It makes us degrade ourselves and worst of all, it makes us believe all the shitty things we tell ourselves are true.

Please recognize that this is part of the disease. It is not your fault.

I hope this helps someone else out there, because it sure as hell as helps me. Please take care of yourselves, everyone. 

So, I’ve never reblogged anyone else’s words here before. But there’s something very special about this person, at least to me. This is my friend Yui, and she’s the reason I invented Boggle. I wanted to cheer her up when she was having a really bad day, so I drew her a worried owl, and gave him a name that I thought might make her smile. She is a wonderful person, and I think this is wonderful advice.

I hope you guys are all doing okay today! 

(via girldissolving)

depression good advice memo to me




Then read this and possibly sign this.

My tribe isn’t federally recognized, so we’re basically invisible to the government (you can read about that here). This dam raise is a super huge threat to our culture; stopping it from happening is really important.


This is unforgivable. These people have already had most of their land flooded and stolen from them, and now we want to take more. I know a lot of people are afraid of water shortages in California right now, but this dam will not help. Dams don’t create water, they just store it, and they store it in a way that can actually cause water to be lost due to evaporation. We have no right to take these people’s homes and history and culture. We didn’t have the right in the first place. There is nothing okay about this.

(via singasongasixpence)

signal boost


Technically a household instead of a house, but everyone in it has done enough to deserve the notoriety.

I buckled Falling Vanquished; O sovereign adored Sweet the pain of losing Sweeter still this second struggle O, dear my lord, Let this breast on which you have leant Serve now as your shield.


Technically a household instead of a house, but everyone in it has done enough to deserve the notoriety.

I buckled
Vanquished; O sovereign adored

Sweet the pain of losing
Sweeter still this second struggle

O, dear my lord,
Let this breast on which you have leant
Serve now as your shield.

Anafiel Delaunay Alcuin Kushiel's Legacy

The story of my great-grandmother, her gay boss, and shortbread cookies


My great-grandmother on my dad’s side of the family grew up in late 1910s/early 1920s Scotland, and like most working-class children in that time period, she left school at age fourteen to find a job. She ended up at a pill-making factory, which was run by a guy named- no joke- Algernon. Algernon was known for two things: 1) his love of pink shirts, and 2) being the guy you wanted employing you, if you were a woman. Most of the factory girls in my grandmother’s neighbourhood had to worry about getting their bottoms pinched by the foreman, but that was never a problem for Algernon’s employees. Algernon wasn’t married, but he also wasn’t on the market- he shared his house with a “gentleman friend.” Said gentleman friend was apparently an avid baker, and would often bake shortbread cookies for Algernon to take to work and share with the employees.

And that, my friends, is the story of how my great-grandmother’s first job was working for a gay man who conspired with his boyfriend to give his workers free cookies. And that’s awesome.

(via watchoutfordinosaurs)

oh hell yes well done history scotland 1910s


My series of paintings done for the Doctor Who comics series! (Well, the first three, at least… wink wink.) They are the covers of the #1 issues for each respective Doctor - Tenth, Eleventh, and Twelfth. It’s the first time I’ve released the artwork without the titles and whatnot - this was a MAJOR project for me this year, started all the way back in 2013 - I’m proud and honored to be so deeply involved with an official project like this. Here’s to more covers and Doctor Who in the future!

doctor who dr who 10th doctor 11th Doctor 12th Doctor


I took my little brother (who falls on the autism spectrum) to see Guardians of the Galaxy and after this scene he lit up like a Christmas tree and screamed “He’s like me! He can’t do metaphors!” And for the rest of the film my brother stared at Drax in a state of rapture. 

So for the last 6 days I have heard my brother repeatedly quote all of the Drax lines from the movie verbatim (one of his talents), begin studying vocabulary test words, and tell everyone he knows that people with autism can also be superheroes.

Now I am not saying that Drax the Destroyer is, or was ever, intended to be autistic. All I am saying is that it warmed my heart to see my brother have an opportunity to identify himself with a character known for his strength, badassness, and honor. And that is pretty damn awesome. 

So while I adored Guardians of the Galaxy as a great fun loving film with cool characters I can do nothing but thank Marvel Studios and Dave Bautista for finally bringing a superhero to the screen that my little brother can relate to.

(via against-stars)

important representation Guardians of the Galaxy Drax the Destroyer




magic girls fallen stars

they are the cosmos come to rest in bodies of flesh and bone, with supernova eyes and black hole hearts, entire universes trapped inside. sometimes the stars leak through and worlds drip from their fingers like blood. they are careless destruction incarnate, all the secrets of space bound to earth in a form that can barely contain them, and even then not for long.

(Source: punkgods, via girldissolving)

magical ladies oh hell yes inspiration poetry