it’s unfortunate but the truth is, I have to feel a little weird to make art. not miserable but when I’m really stable I’m focused on going grocery shopping or whatever and I don’t experience any strong enough emotion that warrant creating or even connecting with art in any meaningful way. I think I’ll just have to accept this and feel kind of weird forever
wondering how much of this is the 3,5 years of therapy and how much the being 25
*whispers* (podcast) characters that are drawn inconsistely by the fanbase are usually the ones that are not that strong or well developed
lots of traumatizing child/parent relationships, people in half dead/seemingly alive but actually dead states...
mushishi always gets categorized as a „chill“ anime bc it‘s non action but most episodes are literal psychological horror
Jesus chr*st I literally can‘t fucking make art anymore
Eines Tages wurde ein Kalb geboren. Seine Mutter konnte es nicht stillen und so trank es von einer Sau. Das Kalb wuchs zu einer Kuh heran und war gesund und stark aber nackt und pink und hatte sechs Euter. Sechs Euter die sechs mal so viel Milch gaben und so wurde die Kuh jeden Tag sechs mal gemolken. Doch die Milch zu produzieren war anstregend für die Kuh und bald konnte sie nicht genug fressen um sich bei Kräften zu halten. Der Bauer sah, dass die Kuh schwach wurde und wollte sie an den Zirkus verkaufen. Der Zirkus nahm die Kuh und führte sie vor, doch das Punlikum mochte die Kuh nicht. Es war angeekelt von ihrem rosa Körper. Da begann Milch aus den Eutern der Kuh zu fließen, immer mehr, bis das Zelt überschwemmt war und die Kuh schwamm davon.
One day a calf was born but it's mother couldn't feed it and so it drank from a sow. The calf grew up to be a cow and was healthy and strong, but naked and pink and it had six udders. Six udders that gave six times the milk and so the cow got milked six times a day. But producing the milk was exhausting for the cow and soon it couldn't eat enough to keep it's strenght. The farmer saw that the cow was getting weak and wanted to sell it to a circus. The circus bought the cow and showed it to the audience but they didn't like it, they were disguted by it's pink body. Milk started to flow from the cow's udders, more and more, until the tent was flooded and the cow swam away.
some leftists really see human rights as a means to archive communism and not communism as a system to ensure human rights huh