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wat da dog doing

bonus komugi getting deflated below

@mouzieplush hii. consider this like an "art fight"

This is just so so kind :''] 💖💖 Your style is so cute and I adore the composition!! Scally and Kannika look like they're having so much fun, I appreciate this more thann uu know 🤍💛🩷💜🐁 (And of course, I'll respect your wishes when it comes to art credit)

I'm over the moon that my opinions and acceptance can be seen by you, even if I don't label myself outright! I really do hear you on seeing everyone around uu let their bigotry show, it's saddenning to see—but it only continues to make me push back and keep being the change I want to see (AND NONO! It's really not I promise, I've wanted to follow that blog back actually because uu seem really awesome—I'm just worried that I'D come off as odd aksjdj. But you're really nice! And I appreciate this, as well as our interactions before, even if little they make me feel heard and glad to keep sharing ^.^)

but in my experience 95% of my hallucinations are getting spooked by very clearly hearing someone knocking on my door or calling my name from another room or hearing footsteps walking behind me which are "just" my brain recreating the horror of an abusive childhood

(not trying to put you on blast specifically, you're just a good example to jump off of)

media and pop culture hypes up psychosis a lot as The Worst That Can Happen out of sanism, so even when you try and filter that cultural bias out you still assume it's based on something

when, no, psychosis is actually very simple: it's just hyperactive pattern matching. it's your brain's signal-to-noise ratio being off balance, it's seeing images in random static. it's not always this special uniquely big thing, it's in fact quite mundane a lot of the time.

no one is immune to psychosis, it's not purely the realm of the insane. anyone is one bad night of sleep or one bad case of food poisoning or one bad fever away from being just like me on my worst days.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.