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I have become painfully aware of the fact that I have yet to do an intro on this site-
Hello everyone!!
My name is Stanley. I use he/him pronouns, and like to do art.
I can be kinda dumb and slightly forgetful from time to time, but I’m trying my best!
I also like to use tonetags from time to time, just in case-
I don’t really know what else to put here, so I’ll keep updating this as we go-
Thank you for reading this, so sorry for not having much here,
Stanley!
My
my favorite things about my mutuals is that when I get recommended stuff from their likes I can tell exactly who it's from, every time. Artsy shit or pusheen? Why it must be my good friend @dandiisaurus !!! I get a lot of disability advocacy posts from @batterwing (/pos)!!! Terraria and MOGAI stuff belong to @enniuthenotsoepic, and anything TMNT I can assure you that @thelocaldilf liked it.
I do not really know a single thing about the living tombstone apart from they made FNAF music but my bestie @olive-or-something loves those guys so I made a tombsona? OC? A silly guy :)
mostly for her sake but I did end up really liking the design so I’m posting them here
I love these fools sm!!
are you doing things out of compulsion instead of desire?
Playing God As a Child
I played God as a child.
At first, it was with the ridged bodies of earth worms, wriggling in the sun-kissed dirt as I clasped my pale fingers around their translucent bodies.
I had heard from my father, that worms had five hearts. I thought then, that they could be split into five separate beings, each with their own heart. I did not understand the worm needed all five.
Does God not understand what we need the same way I didn’t?
Is that then, why he grew easily frustrated, ruining his projects with floods and plagues?
I would learn about him in Sunday school, I was taught that he loved all the children on earth, but then taught he often killed them as examples.
When I learned of the first born sons in Egypt, I remember wanting to cry. Were they not children too? Were they not some mother’s pride and joy. He took one of her hearts, and did not understand she needed them all. It was unfair, in my opinion, they were boys. I wondered if they had games they liked to play, I wondered if they had foods they loved and hated, were they night or day people? Who was their best friend? Who was their favourite person? What did they do all day? Did they like their jobs? Did they like their school? Weren't they kids too?
hhi!!1!! Hello!! ⚔️🫶 L.liszt ojmg I'm lowk obsessed