#chrysogenum

[themikecollective]

25 cm is a little under 10", so it's feasible that the image is to scale. idk why they'd choose a silhouette holding a gun and not just featureless humanoid shape though.

that’s my point! 25 cm above the waist would make for on freaking small human soldier

[mnemehoshiko]

1) tired but doing her best to support the voices that need to be heard 2) constantly? ending her sentences? with question marks? (jk i luv u)

1) T___T

2) how?? dare?? YOU CALL ME??? OUT LIKE ??(jk ilu2)

[mnemehoshiko]

chrysogenum replied to your post “soooooo I’m probably going to be stuck in a hurricane in the next 36...”

watch coffee prince so i have someone to yell at

WATCH BECAUSE IT’S MY FIRST LIFE INSTEAD

[mnemehoshiko]

chrysogenum replied to your chat “me: I SHOULD TRY LIGHTING INCENSE my asthmatic ass: YOU THOUGHT BITCH”

ur amazing

*attempts hijab flip*

*falls on face instead*

yes, yes i am

[mnemehoshiko]

chrysogenum replied to your post “chrysogenum replied to your post “*stares into the void* what am i...”

What the heck kind of rutabaga did you get.

normal??? rutabagas????

they were delivered??? to me??

I have two??

[mnemehoshiko]

chrysogenum replied to your post “*stares into the void* what am i going to do with this rutabaga???”

Sacrifice it to whichever god/demon you need favors from

we only do goat sacrifices once a year

[mnemehoshiko]

chrysogenum replied to your post:

hold up aren’t you a sea elf hybrid thing in the dnd game we did. is this your secret self hatred leaking out

okay FIRST OF ALL

i am a mer-elf get it right

SECOND, i canonically have the blood of dragons within me so jot that shit down

THIRD, THE GAME IS STILL ON GOING WE JUST HAVEN’T SET UP A SESSION TIME YET!!!!!

[xiakha]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)

It’s at times like this that I remember that, senior year, my dad approached me with the parental brag sheet. He wanted my help to figure out what to put on it, because he couldn’t think of anything.

It’s under these conditions that I grew up.

I never learned from my parents how to compliment or how to receive compliments. That just wasn’t a thing that was done. My mom would tell me how she felt like she had failed as a mother because everyone else had such good kids, and she had me.

骄傲. She wanted to be proud, she wanted to have something to be proud of, but she never had anything to say. Why couldn’t I be better? Why couldn’t I be more? I was a continuous hole of lacking and want and constant criticism. My parents would lecture me on how much they invested in me, how much they did for me, so how could I end up this way?

Almost every single action I took was couched in shame and guilt because my parents didn’t approve of anything and did not consider any of my hobbies worthwhile. I used fiction and similar to lose myself and temporarily forget, but I’d come out of it upset and anxious because I knew what my parents would say and do.

My parents right now don’t understand why I’m still upset with them, why I don’t trust them. They don’t think they’ve done anything wrong. All of the trauma they’ve caused, they still deny. It’s me. I’m acting immature, I’m being difficult, I’m the one that’s at fault. The child should be Responsible for curating how the parents act.

I’m not the only one, I tell myself. Other people have similar situations or have it worse. I’ve never allowed myself to fully feel bad about this because “I’m not allowed to.” I grew depressed, and I think I’m still at least somewhat depressed, I just learned how to live with it.

But the more I see of the world, the more I interact with people, I realize how wrong I am about this point. And I am happy that people are not all as broken as I am, but it also makes me feel more and more isolated. I realized that most parents think the world of their children, no matter what kind of child they have. I realized that most other parents want to brag even about the littlest things that their children get to. They know what their children get up to because they care.

I broke down in front of my boss when I realized that I never learned how to take compliments because my parents did not compliment me. I realized that much of my harshness as a teacher was simply me repeating and directing the kind of abuse I received at the students I was supposed to be a role model to.

Self esteem and positivity are very hard for me.

1) I write well sometimes! Sometimes I’m really happy with how I write.

2) I’m out of my parents’ house and I’m starting to heal and rebuild.

3) I’ve made good friends that are good people.

4) I learned how to compliment people and receive compliments. I’ve eased up on criticism and being harsh.

5) I’m not sure what else to put. I’m sorry. I’m often humorous! It’s a coping mechanism that I’ve refined after years of bad jokes, timing, and puns.