BOOM

i lowkey rly wanna start using tumblr as a sounding board for myself more. i think it’d help a lot. like a lot a lot.

for example in therapy i talking about my hatred towards animal abuse and how i wish there was a way to give the people who abuse animals what they deserve. but my therapist recommended that because that’s really not possible, i should try and channel that energy into a different spot.

i want to do that, i think i should do that.

I NEED HIM 😭😭😭😭

do with this what you will

AI art should not be compared to an actual artist who put years into mastering their craft and hours into making pieces. It should be seen for what it is, technology, there’s nothing creative about it, it is simply a bunch of images stuck together. It’s like google images but instead of each thing being laid out on its own it’s all bundled up into one.

I can admire the thought put into making AI but it is simply not the same as what an artist does to create their work. The way I see it is an AI can be recreated to a T (probably) but art can not be recreated one to one, it will always have its own flair no matter how minor because of the person making it.

Anyways here’s me expressing my opinions cuz I like sounding smart or whatever

growing up is calculating cost of living in the middle of the night despite being 19 and very much not independent financially… overthinking at its finest

i think it’s so silly how the human brain will allow me to be attracted to any number of things just cuz they have a hot voice and are sassy.

Reupload.

(I always think my posts are embarrassing and stupid. Should probably stop.)

another day, another staying up til 3 listening to a podfic. let’s go gay people.

crying

tell my why i’m sitting in my bed wondering why i’m so tired even tho i haven’t done anything today.

it’s cuz i haven’t eaten in like 6 hours bruh….

the indomitable human spirit thing going around rn is lowkey motivational

like “we were made in the image of god” goes kinda hard when beefing with a celestial life form