Argh blargh. It’s been a long time since I just drew something entirely for fun and not given a shit about what anyone wanted from it.
Two characters from a new comic I’m drawing with a buddy. I’m having a lot of fun with it.
I have no idea how you could possibly say that Norway is the penis and Sweden’s the ballsack. Obviously Sweden is the penis and Finland is the ballsack. Norway is more like a weird slug, riding on the penis.
I can’t think of any reason why I shouldn’t reblog this.
I will remember the location of Norway, Sweden, and Finland on the world map until the day I die.
(via feels-like-fire)Source: drgraevling
Reblogging because to back my girl up because I am also friends with the lady she’s talking about. This friend of ours is the epitome of healthy living. When we found out she had terminal cancer we all looked at each other and said “are you FUCKING kidding me?” Because this is the last woman who should get sick like that. Cancer is terrifying and it’s going to take some one way too soon who did everything in her power to stop it. If she had known there was an at rush body part she could remove she would have done it. So I’m basically just repeating Kat here but you two have no goddamned clue what you are talking about. Also- homeopathy? Get the fuck out you cocksucking little weasel. Source: graceebooks
men at large think they are being robbed of something when an attractive woman with a 90% chance of developing breast cancer gets a double mastectomy
what better illustration of the male sense of sexual entitlement do you need
He thinks he sees a flash of emotion in her eyes. Sympathy? Then it’s gone. ‘Whatever you think this is going to be like,’ she whispers, ‘it’s going to be worse.’ When beautiful serial killer Gretchen Lowell captured her last victim – the man in charge of hunting her down – she quickly…
I’m not the right person to say “wow, this is so accurate!”. That ain’t mine to claim. But damn, this a powerful post.
You might also want to read this post first if you’re a long-time Hyperbole and a Half fan rather than just tuning in now.
It’s like reading a diary entry about myself.
So glad she’s back and feeling…well, something, apparently. And this post is stunning and spot-on about facets of depression I have never really been able to articulate. Like carrying around dead fish.
This blog post is probably the most clearly articulated explaination of what it’s like to experience severe depression. My kernel of corn was the day i got up on my own, made a pot of coffee and poured it before I realized I hadn’t done that on my own in seven MONTHS. The dam doesn’t excatly break and return you to normal, but a crack forms and a trickle starts and with enough time and work you can make that crack wider.
(via feels-like-fire)Source: tastefullyoffensive