Maladaptive Daydream Culture is trying to remind yourself its not real when the daydreams become too much and you can't tell what's reality anymore
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Maladaptive Daydream Culture is trying to remind yourself its not real when the daydreams become too much and you can't tell what's reality anymore
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Weirdcore stimboard!!
Since its weirdcore you know i HAD to do backrooms stims cuz if i didn’t my autism would blackmail me /j i honestly really like weirdcore!! Its so nostalgic and it reminds me of when i was just developing the identity i have today!!
Also tagging @v0idsp3rson cuz i thought you might like this! ^_^
the year is 2108, the 34th warrior cats arc just ended with firestar rap battling tigerclawstar relative #17 to the death. the first 6 arcs have been lost to time and kids these days can’t imagine a time when firestar was just a normal warrior. I sit in my rocking chair at the retirement home trying exasperatedly to explain to my grandchildren that thunderclan and riverclan used to kill eachother over some warm rocks, jayfeather is a time traveler, and one time an incel singlehandedly dismantled starclan. i grab my grandson by the shoulders and plead with him to tell me if mothpool is canon in starclan now. he tells me it was revealed that mothwing is the real other parent of the three. I can finally rest in peace, and as I leave this world I hear the nurses come in the room and say “may starclan light your path. may you find good hunting, swift running, and shelter when you sleep”
nebraska doesn't exist btw
One time when I was like 7 I had a dream where there was a deadly blue goo, sort of like tubby custard consistency but blue and more glossy.
This blue goo got to my mother and I had to carry her to this hospital on the side of a cliff, and she died in there so I jumped into the water below the cliff and swam away. This part of the story is less important, the best/worst/most??? part was at the end of the dream.
The scenery switched to these cartoon animals, sort of like Barney shaped but animated, and they were all dancing in some sort of grassy creek area. I thought “oh good so that’s over, now I am Watching Cartoons” and then. the blue goo. came pouring down the screen and covered the camera(?) and once it dissipated in the places of the animated animals were piles of bones.
Anyway now I’m just waiting for this to become a famous weird dream post so that someone can miraculously create something that looks exactly like how my dream did, but my hopes are not actually that high
"What could you possibly be afraid of?" A question often asked to the answer of something like 'spiders', 'heights', 'deep waters', and anything else that could pose as a threat to those who tread upon it in some way. And yet, there was something very different that could answer the same question.
"You have all you could ever ask for. Money, fame, safety, family..." The inquisitor never meant any harm in asking such things, especially not in the private light, but... Sometimes the words could be construed that way. Mint never saw that side of these words spoken, though he knew others would. The violinist would give a gentle sigh, setting his head into his hand as a means to support it whilst leaning forward.
"Have you ever thought of what it is like to lose yourself? To look at yourself in the mirror and see nothing that looks remotely like you within it?" Rhetorical questions that wouldn't be given a pause for an answer. "Or, perhaps, you look at the world around you and it is simply some farce? Your mind knows that it must be real, yet it also rings thoughts in your mind that there is something falsified. Some may see things whilst being stuck within their own mind, and others... Well, some are just stuck in the static."
It was... Odd to discuss such things. Sure, this was a private space, but there was still something strange about finally being able to express something that he felt to be a misconception on his part. Even when set in some ways, other ways will never be entirely solved. Not now, at least. "There is some deeply festering fear in me as of late..." Mint would only sigh seeing the look of concern his dear loyal listener would give him. He really needed to give this fellow a raise for dealing with him so often...
"Late nights being kept up by thoughts of 'if you wake up tomorrow, what if you aren't you'? Start spacing out one moment in a stressful situation, and all of a sudden you aren't acting as yourself. A different name shows itself and exists for who knows how long until you return... Without a single memory as to what had just occurred. No one knows if that name will return, if it even had one in the first place, but the prospect of it is... Scary to me. Terrifying, even. What if I am not me? What if I am just some falsified narrative to myself? It seems like imposter syndrome, yet I know there is something else here... Or so I think."
A moment of silence. Spouting so much at once could have been a mistake. He... He sounds like a madman, doesn’t he? Ah, but if he were tell anyone of this, it would likely be the one and only that is listening now. And yet, when the violinist could spark enough to look at the other, there was no disgust or anything of the sort. It was simply... Curiosity, if not just a smidge of worry laced within it.
"Do you have any possible idea on what that 'something else' is...?"
"At the moment? No... But I am certain I will find out in due time... Unless this all comes to pass and it all meant nothing than just an extended personal crisis." Despite the not-so light atmosphere, Mint was able to bring out a dry laugh, gaze dropping towards his own feet. He'd look at his hands, but he knew doing that would make the situation worse for himself. "...I certainly hope there is nothing else there, despite what my mind tells me now."
i wish i never downloaded the tik tok app i just saw a girl talking about how the CIA released documents talking abt how this is all indeed a simulation and she didn’t give like proof or anything but this is fucking me up so ba dplease i hate it here