Pinxiedust
Hi, I'm an artist.
Pinxiedust



Plays: 114,051

embarrassmental:

narcotic:

what if people named their kids when they turn 18 so the kid has a name that fits its personality

image

OoC…again.

nighte-studios:

twosidedsana:

anx·i·e·ty - aNGˈzī-itē
2:  an abnormal and overwhelming sense of apprehension and fear often marked by physiological signs (as sweating, tension, and increased pulse), by doubt concerning the reality and nature of the threat, and by self-doubt about one’s capacity to cope with it.
Don’t take this as a “call for help” or “OMG look at me!” I just need to vent somewhere and I’d rather not prod at my friends. So, mandatory “Read More” break.

Read More

I share the same feels, I don’t want to wave my arms around and say HEEEYY I have problems. Can you please understand? But eh, I’ll say I share a lot of the same stuff you have posted. Tumblr and the reliable friends you have though are great to vent to though. Hopefully something that’ll make you smile pops on your dash soon.

image

*reblogs for truth*

Believe it or not, lovely people, me too.  I have anxiety horribly.  It is hell, and I have also seen ridiculous side effects of medication.  (My little brother almost died.  2 Seizures and two hospital trips in a non-epileptic)

You must start to believe the compliments, though.  It’s not selfish!  NOT. SELFISH. TO FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF.  It might never go away, but it’s possible to have more good days.  Please believe me.  I had to get rid of some toxic things and people, and it was sad, but it opened up happiness.  My anxious days are fewer than my good days now!

(Um. Also. Thyroid trouble causes depression and anxiety and paranoia, and it’s highly under-diagnosed for some dumb reason, so also consider looking up “hypothyroidism” for a list of symptoms if you think there might be even a chance…  I’m saying this for pretty well everyone.  I just need my thyroid balanced and I feel great! …er.  Greater.  Still have some trouble, but it’s manageable.  The terrible paranoia and depression lifts.)

From HERE

Snow shrank under the woman’s gaze. “Ah, it’s nothing! I have more,” she said with a nervous smile. “Can’t have too many for these,” she added, gently patting the canvases beside her.

Conversation died out from her end after that. She wondered briefly if other people felt uncomfortable having her stare at them, investigate who and what they were, and sketch them. She’d never quite been probed like that before, even though she constantly did it to other people.

Curiosity overtook her. It suddenly dawned on her that the woman was a courier, and she had the feeling of knowledge laced into the cloak she wore. Even her face…

Snow ventured a question. “How…far out do you go? Do you deliver outside of Quel’thalas?” She tilted her head, hoping the question was not rude.

Snow's eyes looked from the baby to Belyndrae, back to the baby, back to Belyndrae. She stood still, eyes wide and blinking. "That was fast."
pinxiedust

belyndrae:

Belyndrae chuckled as she shook her head. "He is not mine.. I’ve just taken him home for the weekend. Hopefully Reli will not mind. I kind of.. forgot to ask." She smiled down at the newborn, gently bouncing him as he slept in her arms. "Snow, I would like to introduce you to Erilaeth. Or as I am going to call him.. Eri.” Belyn slowly stepped over to the petite priestess, bending down so she could easily see the baby. "He is about two weeks old now… The Orphanage is unsure of the exact day of birth. He was dropped off in Shattrath in the middle of the night just last week. Unfortunately, they do not have a place for another wee one of this size just yet. I’ve purchased new furniture for him and am waiting for it to be delivered. Til then, I agreed to take him home and take care of him. Would you like to hold him?"

The kind of noise that escaped Snow’s lips sounded something like a wind-up toy that had been wound far, far too tightly.  She shot her arms out, grinning like an excited puppy.

"Eri! That’s so ADORABLE," she squealed, gently taking the baby into her arms.  She held him close to her chest and settled into a chair, cooing quite ridiculously.

Blood and Sand: Second prize winner from the Tales from Another World contest

rasmot-corner:

Word from the Author: I just want to start this off by saying that with all honesty i didn’t think this would get second prize, and i’m still floored by that idea. I did put a lot of time, effort, research and everything into it. But i also didn’t have a lot of time and was stalled at SEVERAL points because life likes to be a bitch. So to me this looked very rushed when i got done but i was at deadline point. This is going to be the same version i put in for the contest so no, there will be no edits. So i hope you enjoy this as much as the judges seemed to when reading this. Story is below the cut.

Read More