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Over two years ago, my good friend and I worked on this piece. Well I drew it two years ago and she colored it now.

@isadora-legata thanks for doing this with me!

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I hope you don't mind me hijacking this post for a moment...

I was in the convenience store, on my way to do some ghost hunting at an old Cemetery.

I suffer from bad social anxiety and depression. Through that, I struggle every day to make it to the next. So I can understand pain and heart ache.

I was getting some water for the long night and I heard one of the employees talking to another, saying "I don't deserve this kind of attention. I'm ugly, fat, disgusting. The only reason why my husband stays with me is cause of our kids. I don't deserve some nice man's attention."

It sent a jolt through me. I think those same things, except the nice man's attention and kids part. I turned around the aisle and walked straight up to her.

"don't say that." She looked at me astounded.

"I'm sorry?"

" You're beautiful. You deserve love and you deserve happiness. I know nothing about you, not even your name, but I know this. Because you're human, working hard and doing your best. Don't say you don't deserve to be happy. You are beautiful." And then I hugged her.

I didn't know this woman, her story, or her life. I just saw a fellow human being who needed a kind word.

Be the change you want to see, even if you're hurting. Life is chaos, neither bad or good. I hope I made her night just a little bit better.

…I almost killed myself

I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.

I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.

That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.

Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.

Thank you man at McDonalds.

The milkshake saved my life

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Inktober: Stretch

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Some of my inktober drawings.

Follow me on Instagram @j.solie

And if you like paranormal investigations, follow me and my sister on Instagram @djsolparanormal

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“Did we light too many matches?

And turn ourselves into these ashes.”

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The Sinking City cinematic trailer.

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Binged watch Steven Universe with sister - loved Garnet’s first fusion look. 

No idea if I will finish this.

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‘Death is not a means of an end...

        Death is merely a concept of a beginning.’

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SNL - Cut for Time: My Little Step Children

WHY WOULD THEY CUT THIS?????

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Are you ready?

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I think I cried my eyes out drawing this  pls excuse my english ugh

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“I like my life alone. I mean, I love being with friends, and I love kissing and loving someone to pieces. But it’s hard to find someone who doesn’t ultimately start judging you and your choices.”

— Sarah Silverman

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Freya Was Jacked

So there’s this story in Norse mythology, Þrymskviða. Compressed down, it goes like this: A Jotun steal Thor’s hammer Mjolnir and says he’ll only give it back if he’s given Freyja to marry, as she is the most beautiful goddess in all of existence. The gods argue over what to do for a while before Heimdall suggests they stick a bridal veil on Thor, says he’s Freyja, and pretend they’re giving Freyja (Thor) to the Jotun to marry so Thor can get close enough to the Jotun to steal Mjolnir back. 

Now typically when people talk about this story, it’s with an element of disbelieving comedy. “Oh my god, who would believe Thor was a woman, let alone Freyja, the most beautiful goddess in the world?” 

But I propose a different way to look at the story. 

See, different cultures have different beauty standards. Modern western beauty standards may be a delicate hourglass supermodel, but that’s not always been the case. Greece, for instance, depicted Aphrodite like this: 

Yeah. A Greek sculptor was told “sculpt the goddess of beauty” and they thought “alright, fat rolls, that’s where beauty is at, let’s do this”. And everybody else apparently agreed with them, because up went the statue. Beauty is a malleable concept is what I’m getting at. 

Now this is where it becomes relevant that Freyja is not just the goddess of love, sex, and beauty. She’s also the goddess of war. And the righteous dead. Goddess of war in the same Viking warrior culture that gave us shield maidens, women who wielded seven fucking kilogram (15 lbs) shields in combat. 

Sooooo … when the Norse storytellers said, “This is Freyja, goddess of war and the righteous dead, who rode giant murder cats into battle, she is the most beautiful goddess in the world”, I’m guessing they weren’t thinking of her as some willowy waif. No, I’m guessing they probably thought more along the lines of:

190 cm (6′3″), broad shoulders, built like a brick shithouse, with a jawline like whoa, and fully capable of murdering everything in her path.

Put in that context, the story of Thor dressing up as Freyja sounds less like a punchline about “how could anyone ever mistake Thor in a veil for Freyja?” and becomes more a case of “ohhhhhhhhhhh, no wonder all the gods thought this plan would work”. 

It did, by the way. The plan totally worked. 

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“How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them. All right, so we do the best we can. Granted. But we must still realize that love is just the result of a chance encounter.”

— Charles Bukowski