#kuala

[meeoowchi]

my playlist is on a fucking roll today wtf

[meeoowchi]

[meeoowchi]

[muda-nox]

In other happy news! I got the supplies to start working on my dolls.

Finally! They will come to life~

[itinerantslut]

giant Kuala demon with glowing eyes breathes fire down on panicked humans, raining destruction from above

[muda-nox]

Today I spoke with my therapist about making dolls of the parts of me, the three of them, and that it actually aligns with the creative assignment of the book she gave me.

And she was excited about it but I did feel responsible to tell her that they were not gonna be huh... conventionally pretty and maybe they would look sort of umh... I don't remember the word I used, but I told her that I wanted the dolls to actually represent the parts as they are and the three of them have gone through shit, they are NOT going to be pretty.

But like, she felt the need to stop me and tell me that art like that was supposed to reflect the pain inside and make it more manageable, that I didn't need to worry about making it "pretty" and that "beauty" was relative to who observed it. That it just needed to be true, to reflect as much as I needed, as accurate to what it really is.

I think she wants me to trust her, of course, all therapist do, I'm *supposed* to trust her.

She's doing a great work so far, tho.