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Interests/places to find me: carrd 👯♂️
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seems like tumblr finally realized the bad optics of not having the trans colors represented anywhere in their little performative pride like animation.
anyways transfems are still being banned en masse from this website for “any reason or no reason at all” and having their accounts taken down again and again when they attempt to remake. this includes accounts that had originally been around for over a decade, after they did nothing but get a bit too loud about being transfem. don’t shut up about it.
The most basic, intractable fact about mental illnesses is that you simply cannot willpower your way out of them. The only exceptions to this rule are the ones I have, which continue to disable me due to lack of determination and other grave personal flaws
They’re passive aggressively cleaning each others faces in the banana bed rn
peace and love on planet earth….
1001 Dalmations
Gluten-Free Strawberry Cream Cheese Pie
Ugh. Anyway. What I was actually going to post before I fucked up all my files (the order is ultra fucked up on Tumblr upload now arrrrgggghhhh). The cinnamon spiced Yanyan. The babasils. The carrot sprouts that have a new one poking up to join. And the floppy lettuce sprouts that I didn't give enough light and manual stimulation (canned laughter) to so now I fan them in vain every day.
(Muttering to self) it's fine. It's fine. I care for plants I should be aware of the ephemerality of life and that sometimes unfortunate things will happen despite your best efforts to the contrary. Like Yanyan having soil mold. Because I overwatered him.
had a fucked up dream i had a book that turned out could never be read again the same as the first time because each reread the characters became incrementally more aware that the events of the book had happened before and they were “reliving” it and i reread enough times that they became self aware, figured out they were in a book, acknowledged me as the reader, and some lost their minds or had existential crises, became violent to other characters or themselves, some begged me to never stop reading or they ceased to exist and others begged me to end it all stop reading and keeping them trapped in the endless loop of torment, and the literal only way to get the book back to its first run was to hand it off to someone else to read for the first time and for some reason i physically couldn’t tell anyone about it so i’d have to just hope whoever i gave it to would only read it once and i could never open the book again to check if they were okay and back to normal because i was terrified of fucking them all up again :(
i'm glad people are finding this fun as a concept and making references to stuff that this reminds them of but i really gotta express how bad of a nightmare this was for me. i had fallen in love with the original story and characters (though on waking i couldn't tell you the details), unintentionally warped their story beyond recognition, and found myself an unwitting god that could not provide mercy for some without doling torment to others. one of the characters started offing themselves every time i started another reread. stress dream doesn't even begin to cover it
If I hadn't already been 100% sure I have autism this would've convinced me. If the photos had been wiped completely I think I actually would have started crying but as it is I shed a tear or two. Still embarrassing*
*For me personally and every other autistic person who melts down over things other people would deem inane is so valid and strong**
**If I wasn't convinced I had OCD before this the urge to overexplain and clarify everything in this post so I can never have my intent misinterpreted from any angle would have convinced me
Ok so. If I view the metadata of these images online most if not all of the non-photograph (downloaded) ones have no date embedded in them which means date sorting is still fucked and idk if there's anything for exif recovery tools to recover. So I am just sorting them by name now since it makes the photographs and screenshots show up in the correct order (minus any weird named ones I got sent from other people) and the downloads well. I'll just take the L. I have to. Technically it's more consistent with my computer sorting system but like. Grgh. I'll get over it like it's better than losing all my photos but it's just annooyyyinnngggg it's like if you accidentally upended the shelf with all your carefully sorted beads on there and someone put them back bbut it's all wrong but you can't remember what exact order they go back in. Wah. Waaaaaaahhhhhh.....
Obsidian on the other hand even remembered which tabs I had open when I moved the Documents folder back smh
It's so stupid because on my actual computer I almost never sort by date unless I'm trying to find a reference pic I recently downloaded or see what the last thing I drew was. I usually sort alphabetically there. But my phone is nebulous time vibes I guess it's kind of like my personal time capsule to scroll through what I was doing or into at certain points of time so yeah I'm stressed lmao
Is it the appropriate emotional response to go into overheated stress mode and want to cry over photos being out of order