My Sis Keeps Telling Me That Lifeblood Is Basically Steroids How Do I Stop Her

My sis keeps telling me that lifeblood is basically steroids how do I stop her

Band Stories #1

Okay I’ve been in a depressing mood recently cause I just realized how messed up some lives were and how lucky I was but here’s a little band story.

Some context: I’m really energetic and I hate sitting still for long periods of time with nothing to do.

At a concert, there were two new pieces premiering, one from the high school group, and one from my class. I was sitting there with nothing to do (because I didn’t want to dissapoint my conductor/teacher by pulling out my phone) just listening to the premiered piece for around 25 minutes.

Once the piece was done, (my teacher already told us what to do beforehand) I waited for his signal and literally ran up the steps two at a time to the backstage area yelling “Yayyyyyy!” cause I was sitting still for way too long.

And he literally just goes “That must be Catherine”

I swear I’m making everyone immune to the random shiz I do.

I’m a hopeless romantic~ Afraid of commitment~ -I Feel Like Chet- By Mxmtoon Listened to this song on repeat as I did a paint over of an earlier doodle. It’s just such a cute song…  These boys are just so cute!

decided to draw her seen as i might cosplay her  (commissions still open btw)

Rereading the Cursed Child

What it looks like: Reading a book, quiet and thoughtful look on their face

What it feels like: *unholy screaming* NO EVERYTHING IS WRONG ABOUT THIS STORY WHY IS HER WRITING SO BAD NOW WHY DID SHE WRITE “HER SPIKES ARE SPIKIER” WHY NOT SHARPER WHAT IS THIS WORD CHOICE

I LOVE MYSELF AND EVERYONE HERE SHOULD TOO

Like I’m not athletic or smart or skinny or pretty.

But you know what I am?

I’m socialable and really really energetic.

However, I also have a short temper and I’m highly emotional, and I’m really likely to snap in a few moments. I often make myself believe that I’m not good enough. I underestimate myself because there are better people around me.

I’m a flawed person. Everyone is. There’s not gonna be a perfect person. Ever. It’s time more people saw that they were already great. We don’t need people to tell us all our faults. We already know most of them.

People are literally teaching us to hate ourselves for not being good enough. If you’re a girl, you’re taught that being skinny and being quiet and subdued is good. Be loud. Be confident. You’re you and why should anyone else tell you how to live your life?

Boys are being taught that have to be “manly” from a young age. If you’re a six year old and you like flowers? You’re probably gonna get teased by all your male friends. If you wanna wear eyeshadow and make up, go for it! It’s your life and no one can tell you what to do.

It doesn’t matter if you like guys or girls, or if you like both or neither. It doesn’t matter if you’re arabic, hispanic, white, asian, indian, or whatever. At the end of the day, you’re still you and you shouldn’t live life because of what some other douche bag thinks.

Okay I could go on and on about this stuff but I think this post is starting to get really long and I’m pretty sure I got my point across.