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Hi! Tumblr doesn't let you take a side blog and make it your main blog still... so unfortunately I'm stuck with this blog being the one that I like and follow from.
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Maybe I'll use this blog for something in the future? Idk.
if youāre ever in the position to choose between giving up and accepting defeat, and actually trying to fight the ancient unkillable god that is about to peel apart reality like a string cheese, remember this: scientifically speaking, you might as well give it a shot!
1.there were trees at the beginning of the world! there were trees so long ago that they predate bacteria that causes wood to decay. when a tree fell, it would lie there in stasis and there wasnāt any way of breaking down wood xylem on a molecular level in that way.
2. it seems obvious to say, but wood eating bacteria are literally incapable of comprehending what theyāre breaking down. Itās just not information conciously available to a microorganism. they donāt know what theyāre deconstructing, where it came from, bacteria have no way to even fathom the existence of a tree as a concept.
3. Regardless of the facts above, the world we live in today is a world where wood inevitably decomposes
it is worth fighting the unkillable god no matter how pointless it seems. it is worth taking the risk even though youre trying to accomplish something impossible. the reality in which you live was also once reality in which trees didnāt rot. You live in a reality that allows for existence before the possibility of destruction. you live in a reality where uncomprehending microbes break down matter that is so far beyond the scope of their comprehension that it feels comical to specify something so obvious. you live in a reality that occasionally allows unshakeable physical truths to be altered with no warning.
It is worth fighting the unkillable god because trees are so old they predate the source of their destruction, and it still did not spare them. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because bacteria rots unthinkingly, because there is room in our cosmos for destruction without comprehension on the part of the destroyer. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because now and then reality retracts the promise of immortality without fanfare, and when that happens there is no mercy for the ancient. the unmaking is not softer for the desecrators ignorance. for all things, existence is endless until the exact point where it ends.
so you might as well try to kill the unkillable god. it doesnāt seem likely, but at the beginning of the world, trees didnāt rot. so you never know! you never know
fight the unkillable god, because you may be mistaken about its unkillability.
fight the unkillable god, because you may be the first bacterium to take a successful bite.
fight the unkillable god, so as to set foot onto the path which leads to the god being killable.
the bacteria that couldn't eat the tree and the bacteria that could eat the tree had the same general understanding of the tree.
might as well take a bite.
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this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
ehh what the hell
OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amountā¦ā¦
WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD
yooooo
yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Homeā¦..
OH MY GOD
OH MY F*CKIN GOD
THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!!Ā
Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGICĀ
I need to believe in the heart of the postā¦
Oh? Wellā¦ *reblag*
i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko
I have nothing to lose
my palm was itchin today not riskin it
I always reblog the money posts cause I canāt afford not too lol
It works. I just got $300 for no reason.
Money dog is my friend
Money dog is the shit
I believe in the money dogš
I believe in the money š¶
Bless me pls money pup šš
Just woke up ššæ
Ppleaseššš½
Doing this again because last time I reblogged this I got $50
canāt not reblog the money dog
Someone handed me 20 bucks today to donate to charity!
Iām always so skeptical about these things but also desperate so why not
honestly the only reason im not an old man is that i happen to have been born somewhat recently. other than thatĀ
fucked up how colors look different depending on what screen youāre looking at them on. that should be illegal I think
this fucking shit, you know
I spend so much time carefully picking and adjusting the colors in every single drawing I make that Iād probably lose my mind if I didnāt just repeatedly push this out of my memory and pretend itās not a thing. Why am I reblogging a blank empty post that doesnāt say anything??? Weird
good news! you canāt make sure that everyone will see the correct colors on their own device, but you can make sure your monitor is as accurate as possible for printing and sharing by calibrating it!Ā
there are a bunch of free monitor tests, but hereās an easy oneĀ you can use. the passmark and eizo tests are also pretty good, though passmark doesnāt work in your browser. be warned that some tests may cause eye strain.
you can either use the settings built into your monitor itself or use the display color calibration settings in your operating system to adjust the settings until everything looks correct, and then enjoy your accurate colors.
REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE
Photographers, too. Color calibrate your monitors if you intend to print or sell your work. Thereās a ton of info out there for this.
if you have money to spend you can also buy a physical colour calibrator, which is supposed to be better than software alone. basically you put them on your monitor screen and it coordinates w/ room lighting and software on yr computer to try and make colours more accurate. datacolor spyderX pro is a well regarded budget option, but itās still pricey. warnings for eye strain above still apply
a comic about meeting your younger self :)
Thank you for reading :)
forgive yourself. forgive yourself for all the versions you couldn't become. forgive yourself for the wrong things you said. forgive yourself for not knowing any better at certain point of your life. for fucking things up so much that the grief still haunts you. forgive yourself for the darker and shadowed parts of you. you have to learn to integrate all parts of you, even the ones you desperately want to disown. it'll be alright.
You donāt have to know what your sexuality is. You donāt have to know what your gender is. There isnāt a test that you need to prepare for. Sometimes these things are confusing and the only answers you have areĀ ānot straight / cis.ā Donāt beat yourself up over not knowing.
january 1st me: this is IT! this is going to be my year! the year of prolific art and nonstop improvement!
february 5th me:
āHow arw you paying for photoshopā im not LMAO
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you know what heres a sai link too fuck the system
im back with clip paint studio
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download these two then setup paint studio right click one of the icons after its done and clickĀ āfile locationā copy the crack files into the main paint studio file then click on the crack.exe till it says ok open paint studio
good 2 goĀ š
REBLOG TO SAVE AN ARTISTāS LIFE
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IT GOT FUCKING FLAGGED IāM SCREAMING
Theyāre fearing our resistance
resistencia!!! āļøš
I had an epiphany
when youre both its out of control
I had an epiphany
when youre both its out of control
good news
Iām having a bad day. It happens. So I take my own advice for people who are having a bad day, and I get out of my house. I go for a walk. I work hard to push negative and hurtful thoughts out of my head, and I replace them with positive things. Itās little observations at first, like the trees are starting to drop their leaves, a dog has a cute beard, this personās Halloween graveyard has tons of great puns in it.Ā
I take this positive voice thatās enjoying things in the neighborhood, and I use it to talk to myself. I remind myself that my experience is valid, even if random strangers who know nothing about my experience tell me that it doesnāt, on account of my privilege and success. I remind myself that this terrible way I feel isnāt forever. I remind myself that my wife and children love me. I remind myself to make an appointment with my therapist.
Iāve walked a couple of miles by the time I get back to my street, and when Iām a few houses away from mine, I feel better. I still donāt feel good, but Iāve moved my day from a 1 to a 2 on my 5 point scale. It isnāt the 4 I am hoping to achieve, but itās better, and just moving from 1 to 2 is enough.
I am enough. I am enough for my wife and my kids and my dogs, and Iām learning to be enough for myself. Iām learning to let go ā trying to let go ā of theĀ pain I feel whenever Iām reminded that Iām not enough for at least one person in my life, because itās not my fault.
One of my neighbors comes out of her house and tells me that her daughterās English teacher is a fan of my writing, and when he mentioned it to her class, she told him that weāre neighbors. He was excited by that, and asked her to ask me if Iād come into the class to talk to them about writing and being a writer.
I tell her that Iād love to do it. I donāt tell her how humbling and overwhelming it is to feel wantedĀ by someone because Iāve done things that matter. I hope she doesnāt see me squeeze the tears back into the corners of my eyes.
Her daughter comes outside, and we talk about me coming to her class to talk about writing and being a writer. She tells me how much her teacher loves me (those are her exact words) and I feel so lucky and grateful to have done something that somebody cares about, something that a teacher feels makes me worthy of speaking to a class of 11th graders.
So I give them my email address, and we resolve to coordinate with her teacher next week. Iāll probably go speak to her class sometime in December.
By the time Iām done talking with them, I have moved from a 2 to a 3 on my 5 point scale, and thatās a HUGE improvement over the 1 I was feeling when I walked down my driveway.
So Iām sharing this good news that I hope inspires and comforts anyone else who is having a bad day. Itās possible, through loving ourselves and allowing the kindness of others to get past our defenses, to turn a day thatās awful into a day thatās okay, and it can happen really quickly.
Iām glad I took my own advice, and Iām grateful that I have an opportunity to share it with all of you who are reading this.
good news
Iām having a bad day. It happens. So I take my own advice for people who are having a bad day, and I get out of my house. I go for a walk. I work hard to push negative and hurtful thoughts out of my head, and I replace them with positive things. Itās little observations at first, like the trees are starting to drop their leaves, a dog has a cute beard, this personās Halloween graveyard has tons of great puns in it.Ā
I take this positive voice thatās enjoying things in the neighborhood, and I use it to talk to myself. I remind myself that my experience is valid, even if random strangers who know nothing about my experience tell me that it doesnāt, on account of my privilege and success. I remind myself that this terrible way I feel isnāt forever. I remind myself that my wife and children love me. I remind myself to make an appointment with my therapist.
Iāve walked a couple of miles by the time I get back to my street, and when Iām a few houses away from mine, I feel better. I still donāt feel good, but Iāve moved my day from a 1 to a 2 on my 5 point scale. It isnāt the 4 I am hoping to achieve, but itās better, and just moving from 1 to 2 is enough.
I am enough. I am enough for my wife and my kids and my dogs, and Iām learning to be enough for myself. Iām learning to let go ā trying to let go ā of theĀ pain I feel whenever Iām reminded that Iām not enough for at least one person in my life, because itās not my fault.
One of my neighbors comes out of her house and tells me that her daughterās English teacher is a fan of my writing, and when he mentioned it to her class, she told him that weāre neighbors. He was excited by that, and asked her to ask me if Iād come into the class to talk to them about writing and being a writer.
I tell her that Iād love to do it. I donāt tell her how humbling and overwhelming it is to feel wantedĀ by someone because Iāve done things that matter. I hope she doesnāt see me squeeze the tears back into the corners of my eyes.
Her daughter comes outside, and we talk about me coming to her class to talk about writing and being a writer. She tells me how much her teacher loves me (those are her exact words) and I feel so lucky and grateful to have done something that somebody cares about, something that a teacher feels makes me worthy of speaking to a class of 11th graders.
So I give them my email address, and we resolve to coordinate with her teacher next week. Iāll probably go speak to her class sometime in December.
By the time Iām done talking with them, I have moved from a 2 to a 3 on my 5 point scale, and thatās a HUGE improvement over the 1 I was feeling when I walked down my driveway.
So Iām sharing this good news that I hope inspires and comforts anyone else who is having a bad day. Itās possible, through loving ourselves and allowing the kindness of others to get past our defenses, to turn a day thatās awful into a day thatās okay, and it can happen really quickly.
Iām glad I took my own advice, and Iām grateful that I have an opportunity to share it with all of you who are reading this.
good news
Iām having a bad day. It happens. So I take my own advice for people who are having a bad day, and I get out of my house. I go for a walk. I work hard to push negative and hurtful thoughts out of my head, and I replace them with positive things. Itās little observations at first, like the trees are starting to drop their leaves, a dog has a cute beard, this personās Halloween graveyard has tons of great puns in it.Ā
I take this positive voice thatās enjoying things in the neighborhood, and I use it to talk to myself. I remind myself that my experience is valid, even if random strangers who know nothing about my experience tell me that it doesnāt, on account of my privilege and success. I remind myself that this terrible way I feel isnāt forever. I remind myself that my wife and children love me. I remind myself to make an appointment with my therapist.
Iāve walked a couple of miles by the time I get back to my street, and when Iām a few houses away from mine, I feel better. I still donāt feel good, but Iāve moved my day from a 1 to a 2 on my 5 point scale. It isnāt the 4 I am hoping to achieve, but itās better, and just moving from 1 to 2 is enough.
I am enough. I am enough for my wife and my kids and my dogs, and Iām learning to be enough for myself. Iām learning to let go ā trying to let go ā of theĀ pain I feel whenever Iām reminded that Iām not enough for at least one person in my life, because itās not my fault.
One of my neighbors comes out of her house and tells me that her daughterās English teacher is a fan of my writing, and when he mentioned it to her class, she told him that weāre neighbors. He was excited by that, and asked her to ask me if Iād come into the class to talk to them about writing and being a writer.
I tell her that Iād love to do it. I donāt tell her how humbling and overwhelming it is to feel wantedĀ by someone because Iāve done things that matter. I hope she doesnāt see me squeeze the tears back into the corners of my eyes.
Her daughter comes outside, and we talk about me coming to her class to talk about writing and being a writer. She tells me how much her teacher loves me (those are her exact words) and I feel so lucky and grateful to have done something that somebody cares about, something that a teacher feels makes me worthy of speaking to a class of 11th graders.
So I give them my email address, and we resolve to coordinate with her teacher next week. Iāll probably go speak to her class sometime in December.
By the time Iām done talking with them, I have moved from a 2 to a 3 on my 5 point scale, and thatās a HUGE improvement over the 1 I was feeling when I walked down my driveway.
So Iām sharing this good news that I hope inspires and comforts anyone else who is having a bad day. Itās possible, through loving ourselves and allowing the kindness of others to get past our defenses, to turn a day thatās awful into a day thatās okay, and it can happen really quickly.
Iām glad I took my own advice, and Iām grateful that I have an opportunity to share it with all of you who are reading this.
