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Kiana Khansmith

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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@9tailshadowwolf
wait that goblin said if you step through the enchanted waterfall- what did he say - he said you would get “transformed into” a powerful wizard, right? not become one? Honestly i noticed it at the time but i thought he was just speaking fucked up goblin american vernacular but i guess i was wrong. Does that mean the wizard was like a separate entity from the barbarian who stepped into that thing? Like a whole nother sentient being? I wonder if you step into the enchanted waterfall do you die? or do they like toss you in a room in the back, and just spit out a nother guy. Do you ever get to go back in and come out yourself again? Or like if you go in backwards? Or if you go in backwards when youre already regular do you come out like a even more regular guy. Or like a baby. A baby with.. negative magical potential. I wonder who made this thing.
-ism tier list
S Tier: absurdism, prism, autism, mechanism
A tier: feminism, confucianism, communism
B tier: barbarism, dimorphism, journalism, exorcism
C tier: escapsim, hypnotism, metabolism
D tier: alcoholism, evangelism, criticism, egocentrism
F tier: fascism, cannibalism, racism, aneurism,
HEY, YOU!
DO YOU LIKE OLD COMPUTER GRAPHICS?!
did you like ANY of these photos? would you like to see HUNDREDS MORE OF THEM?! with THOUSANDS OF UNIQUE TEXTURES?! ALL FROM FUCKING DECEMBER 15TH, YEAR 2000?!
NOW YOU CAN!!!
THERE'S ALSO A BUNCH OF CLIPART FROM 1997 IN .WMF FORMAT. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE THAT, BUT YOU MIGHT!
STILL not convinced???? LOOK AT THE DISC THEY CAME FROM!
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!??!?!?!?!?! DON'T WAIT! GO LOOK AT THOSE JPEGS... TODAY!
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a 2022 year in review of all the music i officially released, it was just a humble beginning and i dont intend to slow down this year.
I SLOWED DOWN!!!! I CAME TO A SCREECHING HALT!!!! I didnt release any music and instead focused on finishing school and filmmaking. Valid excuse, but the truth is I saw no reason to make meaningful progress on my music because realistically no one cares. That, i believe, is something 95% of artists struggle with. Whats the solution ? How do others appear to find success so easily? The solution definitely isnt to keep not releasing any music and never talk about it to anyone and stay away from music venues and isolate from the outside world then get upset when you feel isolated from the outside world.
Just release your music. If no ones going to listen to it anyway then whats the difference? be brave and face that reality head on by casting your art out into the world. You dont need a content rollout strategy, and you dont need to post cringe tiktoks of your music, and you dont need a spotify canvas and a music video and a press sheet and all this bullshit that only exists to make executives money- executives that dont even exist because you dont have any listeners.
Id rather look back at my years spent making music and see 5 albums instead of 3 measly singles i tried to get into playlists but failed and lost motivation. You enjoy this shit right? You enjoy making music? So just keep doing it. If you dont enjoy every step of the music making process and if you cant find natural satisfaction even without an audience, then sell your guitar. Trash your computer. Burn your amplifier. Because thats what you might as well be doing if youre spending more time complaining than practicing. This is supposed to be fun!
What the hell ???
Is my minecraft dog waiting for me right now amidst the circuitry and code that separates our worlds and if so is he chillin or tweakin
I have been trying to spend time with someone for 3 weeks and they keep blowing me off. Theyve apologized, in a good way, and promised to make it up to me. We had plans to hang out again today but they wouldnt answer their phone. I havent heard any word from them. What a strange frustration, resulting from feeling neglected by someone you love. “Neglect” is a harsh word. There should be a word for just “not quite suffering but undeniably feels bad”. You dont know who to direct this feeling towards. Is it their fault for ignoring you or your fault for expecting a difference in behavior? What do you do with this discomfort? Should you do somehing different? Should you say something? Say, “hey, i know youre trying but im not satisfied with this right now. You need to be doing better for me.” You could say that, and likely make a case for yourself. But i think that falls in line with expecting things to change. Youre just leaning further in that direction, doing more so that they change successfully. And if thats not enough, you should try even harder.
I Died and Came Back to Life as Someone With Less Swag
I looked through my old twitter today for the first time in 4 years, which now that i type it doesnt sound like a long time.but alot has happened. I endured covid, i learned i was autistic, my best friend died, i switched majors and graduated college, i became a pharmacologist (not even what i majored in), i got a car, i developed entire artistic skills i straight up didnt have back then… ive lived a whole lifetime.
I vowed to never touch twitter again at the end of 2020. And i never did until now. I looked at my old twitter and saw silly nonsense just for fun. I saw engagement with political discourse and trolls. I saw entire connections form entirely with people i never met in person and would ventually forget ever existed entirely, and the promotion of art i put my blood sweat and tears into back then and have now since severed from my identity, and it was all on this website. It was my life. I spent actual parts of my life and had whole interactions and formed memories exclusively on this app.
What changed? What happened to me? On one hand i looked happier. Purer, innocent. Blissfully ignorant. My sense of humor was front and center. It attracted people to me, earned me validation, my whole life I genuinely thought i was stupid because i did bad in school and no one gave me praise for being smart. I was the goofy kid. My high school superlative was voted most likely to become a meme. Seeing me then is like seeing the part of me that lies trapped beneath my surface actually possessing my younger body. It feels like an entirely different person. And that person is dead.
The point i wanted to write down is:
Whats the difference between me now and me then? Me then engaged with artistic projects because i wanted to give identity to my art. Me now, i engage with art projects because they give me identity. How does this reflect the way people look at me? How will this art be attached to my identity? How will people perceive me because of this? What should i make that will make people see me a certain way? Those are the questions i ask myself now.
The old me died and i was resurrected in his body with no experience as to who i am meant to be. What am i. What do i do now? I only know that i have these skills and it feels not incorrect to engage with them. Is this who i am? Someone who can do stuff? Maybe if i do it good people will like me again. The old way seemed to end catastrophically, i have to be different. I must not be the same.
But i am the same. Old me never went away, he just hid. But its safe to come out now. And even though ill never be the same, now that i know who i was and who i can be, i no longer need my art to know who i am. I mean that in all grammatical ways. I need to go back to giving my art its own life.
In lieu of Instagram Threads catastrophic failure, i’m making my long awaited return to tumblr. again. i know you all missed me.
here are my best threads in memoriam because i cant let a good joke go to waste
emojis for when you are regirock regice or registeel
the absence of something is also its presence
people forget but you used to be able to get a little beastie crawling on your screen like this:
whaten hell happened