upsides of listening to music:
music yay yay yay!!!!!! yaaaaay!!!! yipee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
downsides of listening to music
if you listen to the right song for the first time while in a certain headspace you will be changed forever as your soul shutters and warps and contorts into new forms never before seen
get an idea for an animatic you will never finish
how i sleep knowing my f/o loves me unconditionally
my name is caine i am your bitch
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Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?
The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.
Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.
Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.
This isn’t what I usually post, but I wanted to draw ENA for my friend and to get a bit more experience with 3D and drawing straight lines. I’m pretty happy with how it turned out.
Seriously, if you like my art, please reblog it! Some of these drawings take me a long time and they still get little to no reblogs. Even if you don’t have anything to say, reblogging is so much better than liking and helps artists a lot.
reblog if you like to indulge in your interests through creative projects
just so you know, you have some followers who enjoy/write fanfiction. not saying their urls rn bc i don’t wanna air out dirty laundry in public but if you want them so you can block and report, just say the word and i’ll dm you a list
I’m really tired of people treating intersex people like a mistake, deformed, or mutated version of male and female.
People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.
I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.
I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.
There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me
i breathe breakcore | (Please do not ask if I can help you or reshare posts (Gaza survivors, etc), I do not know the difference between reality and scams, nor do I have money to donate.)
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