Panacea

Good evening Lords and Ladies of Tumblr. It's been quite some time since I've been on here since I am disgustingly bad at consistent social media posting. But I like tumblr best out of all of the options so bear with me.

My name is Ashuriah Thefou. I am a young student in Texas set on learning, helping my people, and creating a better world. I am a son, a brother, a friend, an activist, a writer, a craftsman, a boyfriend, and much more, but above all else, I am a human. We're in this fight together whether we like it or not, so slow down, give me some of your workload, and let's figure out our problems together.

I fucking hate instagram and twitter and reddit isn't great for personal growth and socialization so I'm here to share what I do, learn from others, and share my experiences and knowledge.

What do I do though? I craft (metal, wood, leather, 3d printing, fiber arts), I write, I speak, I help people, and more! I had a lot of ideas when thinking of starting a social media page but nothing in particular came to the front. I think here you'll mostly find progress updates and tutorials for a variety of projects, ramblings of the man I hope to become, business updates as I start my company, and humanity project updates as I attempt to create a new societal function with my close partners-in-crime. Oh! And I can't leave out the fact that I make custom tactical and functional gear, gadgets, and garb. Send me a message or an ask for requests, I'm making free shit right now 🤙

Some goals I have for the year ahead: - maintain posting consistency - finish my master to-do list - establish the presence of Seihll Noa, our societal reform project - protect my city - probably kick one ice agent's ass - not get drafted for wwiii - marry my girlfriend (don't tell her i said that, she doesn't have tumblr)

If you want to see change in the world, want to see me make cool shit, or want to discuss ethics, communication, and politics with me, let's become mutuals :3

My chest feels crushed and I don’t want to exist right now. I need a hug so badly but not a hug that you ask for. The kind of hug someone gives you because they support you and they see you need one. I’m trying my best but I’m so so tired. If I faded away in my sleep, would they see my efforts? Would anyone find the notebooks of plans and computer archives of dreams I never found the time to bring to reality? Would they know how much I loved them and how much I could have done for them, if only I had the.. time? No, I have time. When I do, I can’t focus. Why can’t I focus? Is it patience? Is it energy? Am I killing myself over my bills when I should just let go and- let go-? If I did, would they say it was a tragedy? Surely they would acknowledge that it was sad, that I shouldn’t be dead. But would they understand?

What is the most beautiful world you've played on?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.