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This is the personal sideblog from @suffcring
Minors DNI
There may be fanfic. I might even like. take requests.
Ghost-centric but not exclusive
[DAY 1] - Pierrot is not the only one who can do tricks
Обожаю выражения лиц персонажей в этой игре. Как побороть желание зарисовать их всех? Правильно, никак. Надо рисовать.
imagine being a dog and you think your chances are pretty good. and then you look over and there's Mitski getting her wallet out
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms 1.06
Daniel Ings as the Laughing Storm A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms 1.01
All the people want is vampires and a direct deposit of $5000
is anyone else their father’s female son
let it be known that i touch grass frequently and I’m still like this.
One of the many stupid feelings humans are capable of having is the private, repulsive rage of seeing someone getting support and sympathy for a problem no one helped you with when you were having it, either because you didn’t have anyone or because it never occurred to you that you could ask for help. Suddenly the world seems to split into two – the realm that contains people like them, the connected and loved – and the realm that contains you, the miserable and the alone, who must suffer in solitude. This is sufficiently horrible that you grasp for reasons or world-understandings to make this reality acceptable, and a mentally available one is that it is superior to be in the miserable solitude realm, that the problem is one that should be solved with self sufficiency and dignity. That this other person is pathetic for being aided and loved when you were not. Scorn is more palatable than confronting the notion that you could have received aid (if you had made different choices or been luckier), that you desperately wish you could have been aided but were not. Scorn is more palatable than the howling hunger for things to have been different for you. So your mind chooses scorn.
It is also a bad place to be. Human existence is full of such traps.
to add to this: there’s also cases where a lot of people ARE legitimately abandoned by their previous support groups even when they do reach out and ask for help. or passively ignored when they’re obviously struggling. nevertheless, this does not make the bitterness and scorn good
i’m doing really well for someone who goes through the five stages of grief every day
why is it that when im reading fanfic i feel like i have a fairly good metric for if something is characterized accurately but when im trying to write suddenly its like ive never seen this character in my life. would he say that. would he fucking say that. suddenly i have no idea
If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading
still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.
we were lonely kids having fun together. do you remember?
A beautiful woman blows me a kiss… Drawing women feels so good… Women, women…🥰🥰🥰