Thank you for your data Iām always self-conscious about how I crop posts
like āthanks to my mutuals for rewarding me for this beastly postā (Iām not posting the screenshot because the first part of the reblog chain isā¦ unsanitary) was so much fucking funnier to me when it had 400 notes. Youāre not even being Rewarded that much really
And itās not your mutuals doing it anymoreā¦ funnier when itās your mutuals. Itās like a room of people finding your post funny. When itās like thousands of notes thatās not a room of people anymomre thatās a bunch of ants
i consider that post to be important to my development as an artist despite the fact that i barely ever quote it
I have the List of Posts that I spam reblog and none of them I owuld be nearly as fixated on if not for the injustice of htem having fewer than 500 notes
i think im going to screenshot one of my posts on here in like, a year, which has like 3 likes and go āthank you fellow forum users for rewarding me for this beastly postā
i cant get over the idea of a Beastly Post.
Thereās some posts I make where itās like, this isnāt a post I made, this is just a post that somebody would make eventually and I got to it before anybody else I saw
well you see unlike most people who are in a tough mental state. events have occured to me. so think about that for a second
Based
I should get a shirt that just has hatsu or chun on it. I already own the shirt with haku on it
hatsune miku
I need to become her
I should try to cultivate more taste in clothing again Iāve been like pretty boring about clothing lately.
iām not like the other girls! please dont ask how iām not like them iāll throw up and cry
one of my unfortunate personality traits is that as awful as it feels. there is something grimly funny about having a panic attack that causes you to near-immediately throw up. this is absolutely a coping mechanism for my own anxiety disorderās physical symptoms thank you for asking
i think its because, comedically speaking, it communicates a different kind of fear to, like, curling into a ball with your hands over your ears, yāknow? itās a fear thatās like being hit by a sledgehammer instead of like being stabbed.