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dragonpressgraphics:

So I’ve been pulled over twice in the space of a week for my headlight. I went to the garage and I came away with out it getting fixed. They have to order the part. 

Because it Melted.

Oh, and By the way… *Slaps down all the things that needs to be fixed*

I think I cried most of the way home because financially I AM NOT doing well right now and was thinking of opening Digital Commissions to try and make up the difference in the upcoming months just so I can pay my normal bills.

AND THEN THIS.

I cried again when I got home.

Please help? Pass the word or whatever magic needs to be done? I don’t actually have a very strong Social Network for this (as evidenced by GISH every year) but… I’m crossing my fingers.

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I admit non-mutual-ness makes me not talk to certain people that I follow. I won’t *unfollow* them for not following me but it’s difficult to open a dialogue with someone I think probably doesn’t care about me or know who I am. But then I remember I love getting comments, asks, all that shit even if I’m not mutuals with the person and feel silly.

I definitely understand that. Especially because I have even mutuals who I worry about interacting with because I feel like maybe they followed by mistake and if I say something they’ll run off or something.

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Some people don’t look through common tags, no. So, yeah. I freak people out pretty often. Which is fine! But I do think it’s curious that people who don’t like certain things don’t make a bigger effort to stay away from it.

^ stay away from it in the first place, that is. Technically they are by unfollowing.

*shrugs* I mean, I guess I’d rather people leave when they don’t like something than stick around and make themselves miserable. Still. Idk. It’s different I suppose. Maybe they just don’t think about it at the time? I know that’s happened to me before.