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This was my daughter, Cassie England. This picture was taken at her 16th birthday party. Cassie was born with a genetic disorder called Recessive Dystrophic Epidermolysis Bullosa. This condition slowly debilitated her, robbed her of the use of her hands, her energy, and ultimately, ended her life in the early hours of January 10th, two months short of her 17th birthday.
But this post is not about her death. This post is about something that in the last three years of her life brought her so much happiness that it needed its own post. This post is about Monster High.
I will always reblog things like this, it won’t ruin your blog or the look of it, and this could potentially save a life.
- jfashion magazines!!! (helps out with outfits/people)
- paint online!!
- some paint tool sai brushes!!
- mypaint (its free and its kinda like photoshop its really cool!)
- firealpca (its free and its pretty much a mix between sai and photoshop!!)
- photoshop (for free! and other stuff)
- more textures
- more brushes
- bonus: a kawaii photo editor
Even before I read Homestuck I thought this was the funniest thing.
this comic appears on my dash routinely, like every month it appears like “time to read pancakesteins panty raid comic again” and I read it every time
COMING OUT AS PANSEXUAL The Album
featuring the hit songs
- No it’s Not the Same as Bi-sexual
- What’s Pansexual?
And the new bonus track
- No That Does Not Mean I’m Sexually Attracted to Pans
being a teenage girl is so confusing like should i masturbate? should i steal my parent’s alcohol?? should i overthrow the government?????
all of the above
at the same time
In my head I saw an angry girl running around furiously masturbating with one hand holding a half empty bottle of vodka surrounded by the burning remains of the houses of parliament.
i’m waiting for art
Pretty sure I’ve met her.
My mom is telling me that I’m wrong for wanting to dress according to the gender I identify as, and that I should have to conform to society because “that’s just the way it is”.
If you think she’s wrong, and that as a human being I should be allowed to represent as whatever gender I feel like I truly am, please like or reblog this. I want to prove to her that the world isn’t as narrow minded as she thinks it is, and that repressing how someone truly is is wrong.