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Vivinosa selamolsun

yillar sonra dijitale el degdirdim babalar come back (git git gelme)

Normalde atmazdim cok kafadan sallama bi sekilde bitirdim tek atilma sebebi vi'nin çark dovmesini yanlislikla fena cizmis olmam🫡

Okay um hi i made a cavalry oc after complaining about their lack of in the movie. okay yeah thats it goodbye.

I may or may not even post about him again so!!!! I just like seeing everybodys thond ocs, like expanding the universe, it’s beautiful….. Clydesdale horses are my favourite breed of horses so i don’t care if they didn’t exist back then covers my ears lalalalalllllaallaaa

these are my little (44mm) frollo themed pins i made recently, the others are and will be just either drawings or print outs and not threedee

The first run was five hardbacks of progressively increasing girth. The stack is hefty, but the books are comfortable. Each chapter has chapter art too, which I consider a plus in all fantasy books.

I still think the 5-volume split was the best option.  It’s a big damn story.

Original Fallout Equestria was written by someone known as Kkat who I’m 90% sure is a woman and the story only has some PG-13ish scenes at worst (you know, aside from the violence and gore that comes with a Fallout setting.) Project Horizons was written by a guy known as Somber, who I remember him mentioning in the post-chapter notes that he got fired for failing the wrong student once and the fic itself includes multiple explicit sex scenes.

But I noticed I was negative. And I didn't like it. I didn't like the way it felt inside to be me, and to live like me, with all those negative thoughts all the time.

I had read somewhere that you could train yourself to be happier. That you needed to force yourself to think positive thoughts, until it became a habit.

I remember those few months of high school where I used to catch myself mentally complaining about something, and then forcing myself to find something positive to think about the person or situation. Again, and again, and again.

And it worked.

It became easier. And I became lighter. It was just nicer to be me, to live my life, to navigate through my days. I still remember the moment I noticed my life had become brighter.

And decades later, it still works. The muscle is still there. Now I know the word is neuroplasticity.