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Greetings and Salutations! I'm mostly an obscure artist with video game proclivities and a fondness for dark fantasy. You'll find my art here and some reblogged randomnosity I relate to.
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
sheepfilms
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
taylor price

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shark vs the universe
cherry valley forever
art blog(derogatory)
trying on a metaphor
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Handhour Galleries
Greetings and Salutations! I'm mostly an obscure artist with video game proclivities and a fondness for dark fantasy. You'll find my art here and some reblogged randomnosity I relate to.
***Read more below for specific info!
because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
.... and people ask us why masking is so difficult.
“bits to use in everyday conversations”
Philippine Tarsier (Carlito syrichta), family Tarsiidae, endemic to the Philippines
photograph by LucasSamson2012
The thing about being a tumblrina is that you provide such valuable contributions to the broader internet ecosystem and you get zero compensation for that. They should be giving us airline miles
I am very interested in playing Subnautica 2 and its terrible wonder of exploring where no soft mortal body should go...
But also like what I've seen of Paralives being the Sims but better...
What am I to doooooo
I purchased Subnautica 2 because apparently I was drawn into anxiety-inducing gameplay.. ahaha
I love water but we shall see how much I love it
Xally my love
"But we loved with a love that was more than love."
"And neither the angels in heaven above, / Nor the demons down under the sea, / Can ever dissever my soul from the soul / Of the beautiful Annabel Lee."
- Edgar Allan Poe, Annabel Lee
No, you see, I wish to be an author. Not in marketing. Or an influencer. I wish to tell my stories, be told I did a fantastic job, and then go back to my hovel to scribble some more. I am delicate of constitution and awkward in crowds.
@derinthescarletpescatarian, @thebibliosphere
I am very interested in playing Subnautica 2 and its terrible wonder of exploring where no soft mortal body should go...
But also like what I've seen of Paralives being the Sims but better...
What am I to doooooo
We helplessly careen and capsize
Spilling out a thousand petulant imps
We utter dumb noise to silence their hell
Hoping to forget the wretched sound
a writer’s struggle
love when ocs grab you by the shoulders and tell you something essential to their lore without you getting a say in it