So, gendered language aside...
Just a bit of a larf on something I've seen bounced around a bit.
It seems that far too often, people, no one specific gender or sex, really, but people in general adopt an very immature, ignorant, even cynical attitude towards love and relationships. Looking at it, I can't help but think of the underpants gnomes from South Park. "Step one, find person they believe they want, step two _____, Step three, the Homeric epic romantic partnership to last throughout the ages- or at least some superficial semblance of happiness and attraction."
*tilts her head with a wide-eyed smirk* Some say "Friends say they'd fight for you, real friends say they'd help you hide the bodies". For my part in things, I' d go a bit further- delivering the good bits para mi esposa for her art projects or our family altar. *snickers* Maybe carve a few futhark runes into a choice bit as a gift of my own to her...
If you want to be on the program, you'd better work your ass off on that stage, studying your role, knowing your part in it insider and out, every day- giving your all, sweating, smiling, crying and bleeding for the craft that is the art of love. If you aren't willing to dedicate yourself to that struggle- and it will be a struggle at times- then get your ass out of the theatre business.
They're worth it all- and then some.
Featuring and dedicated to my friend and spouse, my partner in Satan Sanita_Squirrel I love you, ardilla- you, little Edgar Vincent, our little Amber Santiago, all of our family. more than I can ever say, mujer.
Love yourselves, fuzzy funbutts. Love yourselves and love one another. No gods and No masters. Ave Lucifer.
Just a bit of a larf on something I've seen bounced around a bit.
It seems that far too often, people, no one specific gender or sex, really, but people in general adopt an very immature, ignorant, even cynical attitude towards love and relationships. Looking at it, I can't help but think of the underpants gnomes from South Park. "Step one, find person they believe they want, step two _____, Step three, the Homeric epic romantic partnership to last throughout the ages- or at least some superficial semblance of happiness and attraction."
*tilts her head with a wide-eyed smirk* Some say "Friends say they'd fight for you, real friends say they'd help you hide the bodies". For my part in things, I' d go a bit further- delivering the good bits para mi esposa for her art projects or our family altar. *snickers* Maybe carve a few futhark runes into a choice bit as a gift of my own to her...
If you want to be on the program, you'd better work your ass off on that stage, studying your role, knowing your part in it insider and out, every day- giving your all, sweating, smiling, crying and bleeding for the craft that is the art of love. If you aren't willing to dedicate yourself to that struggle- and it will be a struggle at times- then get your ass out of the theatre business.
They're worth it all- and then some.
Featuring and dedicated to my friend and spouse, my partner in Satan Sanita_Squirrel I love you, ardilla- you, little Edgar Vincent, our little Amber Santiago, all of our family. more than I can ever say, mujer.
Love yourselves, fuzzy funbutts. Love yourselves and love one another. No gods and No masters. Ave Lucifer.
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I'm not going to debate the text; I see nothing to debate.
The image, though... I'm trying to figure out if thepoor victim body's spine was severed at the bottom of the ribs, as the count suggests, or at the top of the pelvis, which its length suggests. I'm also trying to figure out how you de-fleshed and de-ribbed the bone so cleanly, while leaving blood. (I'd ask how your clothes are still clean, but considering you have blood on bare fur, the answer is obvious.)
And it says something about me when I focus on the forensics of a pic like this, without one word of the macabre nature of the subject.
The image, though... I'm trying to figure out if the
And it says something about me when I focus on the forensics of a pic like this, without one word of the macabre nature of the subject.
Yep. Love is not delivered to you via fluttering little cherubs. In fact, I've never once seen those lil' pink bobbers deliver anybody anything on a silver platter. They just might not exist.
Long-term love takes a goodly bit of work. But as pointed out here, it IS worth it!
Long-term love takes a goodly bit of work. But as pointed out here, it IS worth it!
How did that go..
"When you're an Adams, you really have to love your wife." "Several times a day."
Call them weired, call them whatever but one could never ever say that family would not kill to make sure they were all loved and cared for.... Or did/have.
Get you a family like the Adams.
"When you're an Adams, you really have to love your wife." "Several times a day."
Call them weired, call them whatever but one could never ever say that family would not kill to make sure they were all loved and cared for.... Or did/have.
Get you a family like the Adams.
Legit relationship goals
Joker and Harvey? Hell nah that is ride or die madness.
Morticia and Gomez? A man who any time his wife walks into to a room he can't help but whisper sweet nothing to her...
Love is a lot of work, but it's always worth while even if it wounds you to your very core... after all it wouldn't hurt so much if it wasn't so close to your heart.
Joker and Harvey? Hell nah that is ride or die madness.
Morticia and Gomez? A man who any time his wife walks into to a room he can't help but whisper sweet nothing to her...
Love is a lot of work, but it's always worth while even if it wounds you to your very core... after all it wouldn't hurt so much if it wasn't so close to your heart.
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