But this is one of my favorite hopeful sets that I've seen in just as long, shot by one of my favorite up & coming photogs and ladies in general.

Walt by Bandit, shot by the megababe Shortfusepinups! Go check it out asappppp.


Read More
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
aczoboli:
There's a lot of hopeful doing bobbies sets. A set like this is very rare. Amazing!
bandit:
AHH I just now saw this, I must have missed it somewhere in the sea of notifications that you know happens when a set comes out. :( Thank you soooo much! I actually just came to your page to write a thank you and saw this. <3 I'm so glad you liked it, I'm so proud of this set. Thanks for the wonderful comment and obviously for the promotion too. :)

It's been too long since meeting someone whose total, unfailing compassion was the unmistakable, number one defining feature of their person -- in a way that would inspire me on levels. In a way that would make me examine myself as a human, and ask if I was truly happy with my own daily interactions, with the way people probably felt when they spoke with...
Read More

VIEW 25 of 31 COMMENTS
azslin:
I know life isn't always easy, and you have scars to prove past issues (which I actually think look beatiful) I'm just glad you are making progress, getting healthier, finding someone, and staying hopeful. I've said it on you Instagram, but your one of my top 10 favorite SG and I truly hope for the best. Your beautiful inside and out. 💜 flaws and perfections. 
garybl44:
It takes courage to face something like that. 


Giving something a name, or learning it has a page in the DSM doesn’t make it go away.

It DOES go a long, long fucking way toward making sense of why no one around me seems to understand what I’m going through, or treats my feelings or behavior as though they’re normal or typical.

They’re not. So, that just explains a
Read More

VIEW 12 of 12 COMMENTS
azslin:
Normal or not, people should still take time to care for you, maybe more then one if its to much? My best friend is  schizophrenic and it takes at least 3 of us. Her girlfriend, another friend and me. At different times she needs the kind of support each one of us offers her best. So I hope, and pray that you have such a network too, even one much bigger were we each old a smaller part. Because I.. we all want you to find those beautiful days again. Those moments you catch in a loved photo, stretched into days, weeks and years. ☺️🙏💜
garybl44:
You're inspiring. Some people never find the courage or strength to confront their problems.

Including the cups, the numbers, .. any of it. So many lols.

VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
pyromethious:
Maybe it's because I've had a ton of fem friends in my life, but I've been shockingly accurate on the few times I've been spot quizzed. :-p
wolfox:
was sent out once by a g/f to buy her some... didn't work out so well ;) ...much better than the time she had sent me out for tampons, though - I didn't realize there was an entire ISLE of them and more kinds than there are breast sizes!

This will probably be a little bit different of an angle than a lot of responses to this question. It's something I've thought a lot about over the years, especially the last 1-2. @lego and I have discussed it a few times, usually with some laughter and a tone of total awe at the way one little decision can completely redirect your course...
Read More

VIEW 25 of 53 COMMENTS
coyotemike:
I'm sorry I missed the last few parts of your story. I'm still very proud of you. 
icequake1:
It's because of how real you are, that you are loved on here. Because of your relentless drive, even when things were not going your way at all. With your blogs and yes pictures, you became my favorite SG and honestly always will be. I was quite correct when I said the time I was gone from here I missed you the most and it wasn't for the pictures, but your posts. You are the most adorable and beautiful (inside and out) person. I thank you for being on here.

I have a serious question for everyone:

If, over the course of striking up a brief, friendly conversation / encounter with a stranger or employee somewhere, you unknowingly ask a question that has a very uncomfortable or awkward or painful answer, .. would you prefer them to give you a white lie to avoid the awkwardness [for you] or give a short and sweet version of the...
Read More

VIEW 25 of 40 COMMENTS
just_sick:
Me i chose to always tell the truth, ok i dont have to, i could say i prefer not to talk about it. But i never lie, ive been lied to enough and its never fun to be taken as an idiot. Anyway nowadays everybody has a hard past, well at least where im from.
azslin:
I also have a lot of experience with this question too as there is slot of my past which I'd prefer to leave there 😕 but I do think truth, though I have white lies or just omission often too

Last night, in my dream, I was driving down a winding, white stone road .. the kind from back home, that crackles under your tires and spits and spins the pebbles out everywhere. I was going probably about 40mph, but driving carelessly. My driver’s side tire caught the very edge of the road and tore me onto the grass. I tried to rip my steering...
Read More

VIEW 10 of 10 COMMENTS
carnivall:
This might be the only time I didn't mind hearing about someone else's dream.
dgmac:
your descriptions of the clarity in your dream are amazing. I can hear the crunching roadway and feel the pain of your horror and subsequent sadness. I have them occasionally too, and I wake up gasping for breath. it takes time to settle down and realize...it was just a dream...

I am shamefully aware.

Every time I post about my mother, about grief, about death, I am shamefully aware of how many months it's been since she passed, and that I don't know anyone else who acts this way.

I feel, each time, similar to the fat kid who cannot keep from returning to the fridge for more helpings after a meal, when
Read More

VIEW 22 of 22 COMMENTS
theechomaker:
I still haven't gotten over my twin's brush with death four years ago. When I think about it, which is often and distressingly morbid, I feel myself well up, my airways constricting, my chest tightening -- as if the mercy of his living didn't really happen. For three weeks he was in a coma, an almost-certain scratch from this world. And for those three weeks, my world ended; it was like a loud ringing in the ear, diluting or eliminating all other senses, honing in on a tunnel-like sensation. This is what almost losing my other half, as I call him, did to me. Four years later, to even remember is like certain death all over again. I can't even quantify what losing him would do to me, but I assure you, my grief would probably look a lot like yours. And I would feel marooned in my grief, the never-ending shower of that sadness. I say this not to relate, because that's as close as I've come, but to at least empathize, and, on some intellectual level, understand.
prharris:
I know I am a little late from when this blog was written, but I wanted to say something. About three years ago I lost my dad and it was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. He was my best friend, gaming parter, musical parter, and many more things. If I needed him to be my dad and give me fatherly advised, he would give it to me. If needed him to just be a friend and joke around, he would be that guy. If I needed to talking about things going on in my life, he would listen. He was a major part of my support system. Losing him made me feel hallow. I became reclusive and apathetic. Things I used to enjoy I didn't find joy in any longer. I had to force myself to put on a face for people. This manifested itself as depression and anxiety, which I still struggle with today. I took me to the one year anniversary of his death to be able to start coping and moving on with my life.  I am still not the same and never will be. We all deal with grief in different way. There is no manual or book that can truly capture what is is like to lose people who you are close to. It is an individual path that we all take differently. Never let any tell you how you should feel or how you should be reacting. There is nothing wrong with remembering what has happened and reliving. I think about my dad on a daily basis. I wish I could call him and tell him so many things. Reliving his passing and remembering him, living in that pain, has inspired me. You should never feel like a glutton for talking about or remembering your pain. It is what makes us human. It may take months, weeks, even years, to try to be able to get back to where you once where. But you should never feel guilty, ever. 
62

I would sleep on the couch with my fluffy Lion King comforter if I didn't feel well. It put me in the center of the house, with the kitchen, bathroom, TV & Disney movie collection at my fingertips. It put me in the path of anyone walking through, in case I needed anything. It felt special.

These days, I sleep on the couch if I...
Read More

VIEW 14 of 14 COMMENTS
rufi000000:
I'm great at falling asleep in places not meant for it, especially when sleeping isn't the appropriate thing to be doing. Put me in a bed when I need to sleep though, and I'll probably fall asleep hours later, if at all. Terrible how that works, eh? I think sleep has to be spontaneous for me. I'll fall asleep on a couch with a movie playing no problem. However, if you take that same scenario and I decide I need to migrate to a bed, it won't work. I also seem to usually have those same kind of dreams. Dreams that are so stressful that you awaken not feeling like you got any rest at all. I guess feeling somehow incomplete or just uncomfortable with your current place in life is inescapable, even in dreams. 
woodsman29:
I have, from time to time, had these murder dreams.  I dream of killing people -- sometimes one, sometimes bunches -- and then I have to run.  In one such dream, O.J. Simpson was my driver trying to help me escape.  Whenever I have had these dreams, I have been going through a time of crisis or trouble and worrying that somebody was going to punish me for something.  Sometimes those situations have been my fault, and other times not but I have come to believe they are.  After my divorce I struggled with this even though I had left a very abusive spouse.  I hope the bad dreams stop, but honestly it could take a while.  Hang in there, sweetie.  Things will get better and you will be able to sleep in your own bed again.