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@coddamnit
my family fucked up my life by using spoonerisms interchangeably with their true phrase counterparts since before i was born and now i can’t escape from instinctively saying shit like “im gonna shake a tower”
oh “meeking a smee” made me feel like i was being fucking tazed
theres a lot of people on this website who dont realize their dad is a gnome
Thank god for titties and rice
can’t talk rn i’m doing hot girl shit
*dissociates*
Uh. bro what's with the diagonal red lines on your face. wait a minute. Oh shit are you anime blushing cuz you're in love w me bro????? Its ok dude u can tell me
the new yorker gets it
people on tiktok have started callin andrew hussie hot we need that fuckin vaccine
THIS IS NOT YOUR MAN THIS IS THE 41 YEAR OLD AUTHOR OF HOMESTUCK
for everyone asking YES that is hussie YES he is 41. and yes he has pictures of hideo kojima randomly out alongside the kpop guy for some reason
GET HELP YOU ARE ILL
see where else can I get informative whiplash like this
i keep seeing all these posts that are like “i made this but it didn’t get notes… i’m never doing x again…” or “i did all the steps my idol did and i put in my 10 thousand hours, and i still suck at x. i give up.”
i don’t mean for this to come across as rude but as genuine; some people need to learn that not all the stuff you create is going to be any good. and that’s fine.
some things will be, but not everything you do is going to be wonderful and amazing! and this will hurt, but not even everything you pour your heart and soul into is going to look like spun gold to other people. sometimes, you’re going to put everything you have into something and it’s just not going to be that good. this isn’t a personal failing or a character flaw, this certainly isn’t a sign that you should never do anything ever again. maybe you keep at it and get better, and maybe you don’t. that’s a reality. it’s harsh and it sucks and it’s discouraging, but it’s possible try your hand at something and persist and still never really be all that great at it.
and again—that’s okay! that’s fine! i spent all of my time off 2020 trying my hand at pyrography, i had months of downtime, and hours of practice, and i’m still not great! but i’m enjoying the act of it, i’m getting a satisfaction out of creating, even if it’s not ‘worth’ anything, even if it’s not good in the eyes of others, but this is enough. sometimes this just has to be enough. you aren’t midas and you don’t want to be.
i’m not saying to never try anything for fear of never being good enough, i’m saying try what you want and try it for you! try something without expectations for yourself. try something just for the hell of it. try something without worrying what the worth of it to others is. try something and embrace your definition of ‘failure’ as an acceptable outcome, and then try again with the same expectations.
i know exactly how hard it is to want someone to love what you’ve created, because if people love what you’ve made and think it’s good, then maybe you’re lovable and good. and i know exactly how hard it is to look at your materials and think “well this paint cost $40, and this canvas cost $8, and it might take me 5 hours that i could be spending doing something more productive… what if the end result isn’t good? maybe i shouldn’t do it at all.” and spend all your time leveraging and balancing ‘worth’ until you’re paralyzed and end up doing nothing.
so just say fuck it! FUCK IT!!! just do shit!! just because you want to! because it feels good to make things! make a bunch of god-awful shit for fun! don’t make it for someone else’s approval! and i know everything everywhere says “well if you just work hard enough and practice long enough, you can be great at everything” and it sucks that that isn’t always true, but again, fuck it!!!! we’re going back to kindergarten, we’re slapping paint on the walls with our hands and having an absolute blast of it.
one of the purest experiences of humanity is creation, and you’ve been gifted with an ability that so few other things on this earth can do, don’t stifle it because you’re worried about what other people think. the nature of humanity is to create!! just go hog wild! make a castle out of cards and destroy it right after! you are your own god now, not the notes!
i cant think of the fact that humans send messages saying ’where are you? who are you?’ from earth to the giant and empty space all around us for too long because it makes me cry so hard and feel so human and lonely
things that humans have sent to space as a friendly gesture that make me cry my eyes out:
- whale songs
- sounds of footsteps, laughter and a kiss
- an hour-long recording of the brainwaves of someone who was, among other thoughts, thinking about what it is like to fall in love
- an illustration of two people holding hands
- so many sentences in almost 60 languages, including these: ’Friends of space, how are you all? Have you eaten yet? Come visit us if you have time.’ ’Greetings from a computer programmer in a small university town on planet Earth.’ ’Are you well?’ ’We are happy here and you be happy there.’ ’How's everyone? We all very much wish to meet you, if you're free please come and visit.’ ’Wishing you happiness, health and many years.’ ’Welcome home. It is a pleasure to receive you.’
kuzuryuu clan
do i maintain consistent designs for the lis girls? no
do i enjoy making new ones every time i draw them? yes
yes i may be evil and yes i may be deranged and yes i may be abhorrent and beyond all rational comprehension and yes i might practise dark magic and yes i might be guilty of atrocities and yes there might be no turning back from the horrors i have unleashed upon the world
ok so the other day i was at sears. I was in the baby section. Im standing there looking at clothes and a lady who works there comes up and is like “oh are you expecting?” And i was like “uhhhh” and because im a dumbass i was like “no i already delivered.” And she was like “How long ago?” And i was just like “two weeks.” And she said “wow! You look great! When i had my first son, i looked like a mess for six months. Is it a boy or a girl?” And i was just awkwardly like “a girl….” And she asked her name and i said Chernobyl and she was like “oh what a cute name! It sounds really familiar.” And i honestly just stood there going through all that and pretending i had a human baby two weeks ago named Chernobyl because i didnt wanna tell this poor lady i was buying baby clothes for my fucking baby opossum
every time i see this text post i forget the ending and every single time it decimates me
“It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening. Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily. You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth. You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later. Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage. Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything. I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it. You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it. Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today? We shall see.”
— You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s by Ryan O’Connell
