random thoughts

Start talking to yourself.

Comfort yourself when you’re down.

Soothe yourself when you’re hurt.

Encourage yourself when you’re scared.

Feeling nostalgic? Tell yourself some memories.

Messed up? Tell yourself it will be fine.

Time to sleep? Tell yourself good night.

When you’re tired, ask yourself to take a break.

When you’re panicking, get yourself to breathe.

When you win, congratulate yourself.

If you do these things sincerely and consistently, you will witness true sorcery.

Your body will start healing itself for you.

Your heart will start feeling whatever you want it to.

Your mind will start changing your environment to fit you.

No one in this world will love, nurture and protect you as much as you will yourself.

But as with everyone else, you first have to earn yourself’s devotion and loyalty.

Someone has stolen my design and is selling it online.

I am honestly appalled and irrefutably angry that I have to make this post.

Recently, a design of mine, a yin yang of toothless and the light fury, has been stolen and is being sold online.

I have zero affiliation with the site it’s being sold on (”petotee”) and didn’t even know it existed until someone sent me a link saying, “Hey isn’t this your art?”

It is.

I reported the design and it most likely will be taken down, however this situation is absolutely despicable.

My design is already being sold on my RedBubble, and I have very little income outside of my art being sold online. Someone selling this is both erasing my name from the art as well as destroying every last cent I should be earning when it’s sold.

This site right here, also known as RedBubble is where I am actually selling the design. This goes for if you ever see any of my art being sold on a site other than RedBubble. At the moment, it is the only one I sell art on.

On a side note: This is where and how the stolen shirt was advertised. It managed to get almost 15,000 likes. 

I’m almost in tears imagining how many people bought that shirt from this seller and not from my own store.

Thank you for reading and please please be aware of where you’re buying art from.

This, or a form of this happened so much after my parents split. They would complain about how much things were or they would try and get out of paying for things my sister or I needed. They would say, "I've already got you guys so much go ask your mom." "He never pays for anything and he has more money than I do, go ask your dad." until I stopped asking for things. Money for after school activities. Clothes. Shoes. The general things a child needs to survive. I felt guilty for living.