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For the record!!!!! I heard from my mom about this:

which means that fucking cunt was stalking my fucking super private new Facebook, so, I had to go this far:

I said I was disappearing from the internet. But now I’m just gonna disappear from the world where no one can stalk me ever again.

To my other stalkers, I hope watching the drama of my life without stepping up like an adult and offering support, you’re part of the reason, too. :)

Fuck this shitty planet and all the self-absorbed, money-hungry bastards on it. Before there was money, we were just people and that mattered. Now nothing matters if it’s too expensive or doesn’t get you more money.

Disgusting.

This is so fucked. Steph got a funeral service. Faron got a funeral service. This isn’t a celebration of her life. It’s a poorly disguised celebration of her death. They milked her for all she was worth, treating her like a child never letting her spend her money on anything she thought she needed or wanted, and chastiszed her when she did. They treated her like she was the child and they were her parents.

No one fucking cared for her the way she needed. They never literally *cared.*

They just took all her money, fed her a couple of times a week, and and called that caring.

She needed *emotional* care and support. She needed a tenderness that literally no one gave her but me.

She wanted ME to see to her post-life agenda, but no one CARES what she wanted. She TRUSTED ME because she knew I was the only one who truly understood her and who really honestly loved her. Like, soul-bonded love. I saw her.

I really *saw* her. No one else even NOTICED her unless they needed an easy scapegoat or they needed something.

Just like with me. I saw her and I knew her and I felt her because I’ve been treated the same way my entire life by just about everyone I’ve ever cared for.

I was her only real support system, and she was mine. She was the only one who ever really saw ME. She was the only one who gave me the respect and love that every person deserves. She was the one I ran to when things were hard, just as I was the one she ran to.

Now she’s gone, I don’t have that anymore, and I still don’t even get to decide how she gets laid to rest. Even though that’s what SHE WANTED.

Everyone was just wishing she’d hurry up and die, which is how people feel toward me, you know? When’s she going to get the guts to actually do it? Someone really said to me once “if you were going to ki(unalive)ll yourself, you’d have done it by now.” Minimizing all the attempts I’d had up to that point.

And I don’t get why people are like this. Grandma was the sweetest person in the world. She held a lot of her pain in because, just like me, people minimized her suffering. And despite what a loving and giving person she was, people also minimized that. They took her for granted, used her up, and now they’re going to throw her away. I’m literally seeing my own fate by watching this take place.

Despite all the money they took from what little she even had, charging her rent for a property they didn’t even own, charging her for food, things they should be just giving their own fucking parents in their old age… despite how they nickel and dimed them to death and chewed grandma out any time she ever did anything for herself (which is something no one but me ever did FOR her)… despite all that, she’s not worth spending the money on to have a proper funeral that she, more than any of these fucks deserve.

All she did was try her best and helped as many people as she could along the way. She’s the one who taught me to do that, and I think it’s sick and fucking disgusting how this is being handled.

She told me herself that she knew my uncle and his wife were just waiting for her to die so they could have whatever she had left.

I’m the one who moved out here to BE with her. I didn’t think “hey, let’s move to Arizona because land is cheap!” and then later, as an afterthought, drag my grandparents out here, when they lost their home. Far away from her safe person.

I was the one who was there helping them go through things. I was the one who helped them pack and even went back for more of their things after my uncle spirited them away, and I’m the one who got shit talked for doing it and called lazy and told I did nothing just because I occasionally had to take my phone out to deal with my shitty ex who ended up getting my daughter anyway.

I uprooted my life and any chance of fighting to get my daughter back so that I could be out here to love and nurture my grandma. I thought I’d have more time. But I did my best and actually cared. Which was what she most needed.

I gave her what she needed most at the end of her life. I’m the one who hauled ass to flagstaff both times she went to the hospital and I’m the one who picked her up and treated her to the last good pizza she’d ever eat after they booted her unceremoniously out of the ER last time.

Me. And Matt. But Matt was mainly the guy doing what I told him. I was the one nurturing and living and painting her flowers since she couldn’t have real one in the hospital. I’m the one. The ONE. The ONLY person in this shitty family who gave her what she was so deprived of, yet always gave to others:

Kindness

Love

Compassion

Patience

Tenderness

Vulnerability

Trust

Someone to call when times were too hard

Someone who would help her when she wanted to do something for herself or for other

Someone to spend good quality time with

A friend.

It was always only me. And she was always that for me too. And now… I don’t have that person anymore. But I would do anything to raise the money to give her a proper funeral, even if it killed me. Because she’s worth so much more than a poorly disguised “hooray, she’s finally gone.”

Fuck this so hard.

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This is so fucked. Steph got a funeral service. Faron got a funeral service. This isn’t a celebration of her life. It’s a poorly disguised celebration of her death. They milked her for all she was worth, treating her like a child never letting her spend her money on anything she thought she needed or wanted, and chastiszed her when she did. They treated her like she was the child and they were her parents.

No one fucking cared for her the way she needed. They never literally *cared.*

They just took all her money, fed her a couple of times a week, and and called that caring.

She needed *emotional* care and support. She needed a tenderness that literally no one gave her but me.

She wanted ME to see to her post-life agenda, but no one CARES what she wanted. She TRUSTED ME because she knew I was the only one who truly understood her and who really honestly loved her. Like, soul-bonded love. I saw her.

I really *saw* her. No one else even NOTICED her unless they needed an easy scapegoat or they needed something.

Just like with me. I saw her and I knew her and I felt her because I’ve been treated the same way my entire life by just about everyone I’ve ever cared for.

I was her only real support system, and she was mine. She was the only one who ever really saw ME. She was the only one who gave me the respect and love that every person deserves. She was the one I ran to when things were hard, just as I was the one she ran to.

Now she’s gone, I don’t have that anymore, and I still don’t even get to decide how she gets laid to rest. Even though that’s what SHE WANTED.

Everyone was just wishing she’d hurry up and die, which is how people feel toward me, you know? When’s she going to get the guts to actually do it? Someone really said to me once “if you were going to ki(unalive)ll yourself, you’d have done it by now.” Minimizing all the attempts I’d had up to that point.

And I don’t get why people are like this. Grandma was the sweetest person in the world. She held a lot of her pain in because, just like me, people minimized her suffering. And despite what a loving and giving person she was, people also minimized that. They took her for granted, used her up, and now they’re going to throw her away. I’m literally seeing my own fate by watching this take place.

Despite all the money they took from what little she even had, charging her rent for a property they didn’t even own, charging her for food, things they should be just giving their own fucking parents in their old age… despite how they nickel and dimed them to death and chewed grandma out any time she ever did anything for herself (which is something no one but me ever did FOR her)… despite all that, she’s not worth spending the money on to have a proper funeral that she, more than any of these fucks deserve.

All she did was try her best and helped as many people as she could along the way. She’s the one who taught me to do that, and I think it’s sick and fucking disgusting how this is being handled.

She told me herself that she knew my uncle and his wife were just waiting for her to die so they could have whatever she had left.

I’m the one who moved out here to BE with her. I didn’t think “hey, let’s move to Arizona because land is cheap!” and then later, as an afterthought, drag my grandparents out here, when they lost their home. Far away from her safe person.

I was the one who was there helping them go through things. I was the one who helped them pack and even went back for more of their things after my uncle spirited them away, and I’m the one who got shit talked for doing it and called lazy and told I did nothing just because I occasionally had to take my phone out to deal with my shitty ex who ended up getting my daughter anyway.

I uprooted my life and any chance of fighting to get my daughter back so that I could be out here to love and nurture my grandma. I thought I’d have more time. But I did my best and actually cared. Which was what she most needed.

I gave her what she needed most at the end of her life. I’m the one who hauled ass to flagstaff both times she went to the hospital and I’m the one who picked her up and treated her to the last good pizza she’d ever eat after they booted her unceremoniously out of the ER last time.

Me. And Matt. But Matt was mainly the guy doing what I told him. I was the one nurturing and living and painting her flowers since she couldn’t have real one in the hospital. I’m the one. The ONE. The ONLY person in this shitty family who gave her what she was so deprived of, yet always gave to others:

Kindness

Love

Compassion

Patience

Tenderness

Vulnerability

Trust

Someone to call when times were too hard

Someone who would help her when she wanted to do something for herself or for other

Someone to spend good quality time with

A friend.

It was always only me. And she was always that for me too. And now… I don’t have that person anymore. But I would do anything to raise the money to give her a proper funeral, even if it killed me. Because she’s worth so much more than a poorly disguised “hooray, she’s finally gone.”

Fuck this so hard.

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It finally happened. I got fired. Anybody wanna buy some art?

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Instead of telling someone that they’re letting people live rent free in their heads, just tell them they have mind squatters. Takes less time.

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I don’t know what’s going on, but the cat looks like it just got inked in the face and is mortified, and all I can think is Princess Donut reacting and I can’t sit up anymore. 🤣 @ladytanithia

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Note added by Crawler Carl; 25th Edition.

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I painted this for my grandma, who had a stroke late last night. Pansies are her favorite flower, and I know from all the time I spent in the hospital with my son that you can’t bring patients real flowers.

I was glad to find that she was able to talk, and seemingly able to function normally. I don’t know how her mobility will be, but she can move both sides of her body, and she’s retaining her memory pretty well. She remembered that she was wearing her favorite “warrior woman” t-shirt, and was hoping they didn’t lose it or cut it off, that’s what the bit at the bottom is about.

Seriously grateful to my mom and one of my good friends on TikTok for helping me make it out here. None of the local family even came to visit her, so she was really happy to see me. I’m so, so thankful that she’s okay, and incredibly grateful for the help.

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Crowd sourcing help because I am out of options >_<

Please help if you can spare even a dollar, anything will help. Venmo and cash app I’m Ocularfracture or here is Zelle

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I have to assume cats are solar powered. Think about it. They like to nap in the sun. Who does that? They’re charging. And when they wake up and have the zoomies, it’s because they have to offload the excess energy.

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I forgot to post this! I was kind of proud, considering I didn’t learn masking fluid was a thing until I was just finishing this up.

I need to work on water, but I’ve gotten quite good at eyes while working on this. I call it “Ghost Girl in the Eye of the Storm.”

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My first time using masking fluid. Great success.

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In favor of Halloween all year, I’ve decided to make Halloween out of every holiday, beginning with Easter. :3

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Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! ♡♡♡

Implying I have friends 🤣

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Partici….pation. Let’s get it!<3

Hey, bud!! Do you like to write? Do you like comic books and crowd-sourced randomness? Then Hashtag No Comtext might be for you!

The official rules:

1. I will release a fully hand drawn comic page one by one. They will be 100% free hand IN INK, so mistakes are forever~! For each page, I need no fewer than 4 participants to create text for the page… so, y’know. Tell your friends?

2. Please submit your page with appropriate text either through the tumblr app, or join the Discord. Make sure your submission has your username, or whatever name you would like to be credited with. Entries with no name will be disqualified.

3. I’d like to do this weekly, but since things probably won’t kick off for a while, I’m going to try every two weeks to allow enough time for adequate participation. So for now, the cut off date for submissions shall be 14 days from the date I’ve posted the page.

4. After said cutoff date, one submission shall be chosen to forever represent the text of the page. The user will be shouted out & congratulated, and the next page will go up for submissions, and then on and on…

5. The text will be handwritten into the comic forever, just as written by the winner, and the winner’s name will go onto that page as “written by.” Winners’ names shall also appear in the final credits of the book as writers. If anyone decides to so generously support this work through donations, their names will appear in the credits as “supporting producers.”

6. Don’t give up if you weren’t selected! This comic will be ongoing for quite some time, so you’ll always have a chance.

More details will come later, if enough interest is shown, otherwise I’ll just fade back into the realm of shadows with all the other forgetting projects. 😂

If you’re interested, give me a follow, and I’ll follow back. This way I can gauge how much interest there is, and you can be up to date as more information becomes available. ^_^

Thank you!

PS! I’m going to print all the submissions, even if they’re not chosen, and occasionally, I’ll draw random entries on a live and read a different telling of the story. Stay tuned!

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I am a bus stop. I’ve known all along.

It’s just that at first, I guessed my name wrong.

For a while it was “stepping stone,” then it was “door.”

Both close, but not quite what I was going for.

I thought about life & the way they describe it.

They call it a journey the more you survive it.

I don’t think a journey’s a hallway of doors,

nor a series of stones where, instead, should be floors.

If life is a journey, a vessel makes sense

to carry you onto your next present tense.

The bus is the vessel, but it won’t find you,

you must do the seeking, so what shall you do?

You trek out on foot leaving past tense behind,

and walk til you’re weary and finally you find

a nice little shelter with benches to sit.

You arrive at the bus stop and think that is it.

But the stop isn’t merely a means to an end.

It can be so much more. It can be your best friend.

It can offer you shelter from sun, wind, & rain

And rest from that long walk that caused such foot pain.

You might find some change, which can come in quite clutch

when you realize your pass is back home on the hutch.

You might find new wisdom in someone’s graffiti-

A stranger whose writing is hurried and needy.

Perhaps it’s a safe space to sit and reflect,

to think about topics like love and respect.

Some stops are heated, and most stops have lights

To help keep you safe from the cold and at night.

Still, what do you do when you see your bus coming?

Do you even say “thank you” before you go running?

Do you give a goodbye before leaving it there?

You just board & forget it, ‘cause why should you care?

I am a bus stop. I’ve said it before.

I’m not the one who shows up at *their* door.

People find *me* because I appear strong

at a time when they need someone else to lean on.

They find in me solace- a safe space to feel.

I pull all the bad things from them and they heal.

They always get much more than spare change from me.

I give to them comfort, love, and company.

I help them to realize who they truly are;

To think for themselves so that they can go far.

And that’s when they realize that far, they should run.

This dirty old bus stop is no longer fun.

They don’t seem to realize the mess is their own.

I pulled it from them, but I wasn’t alone.

I wasn’t so messy before they arrived.

All of the trash that they see was derived

from deep in their heart where it poisoned their soul,

until I took it out with a great mighty pull,

then nurtured and tended to them as they healed,

like a diligent gardener tending the field.

With love, I gave nourishment, helping them grow.

In the end, though, it seems that they don’t even know.

They don’t bid me thanks or farewell as they go,

but just leave me their mess to clean up all alone.

I’m just a bus stop. I hate that it’s true.

But good luck on your journey. I won’t forget you.

-Sunny D. Anomaly; 2024

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