I softblock new followers to this blog unless we have some kind of rapport. Webcomic sideblog is @Scrupulosity-Comics
DNI if you have no shifgrethor. Neither conservative nor a dad.
I don’t know how to be more clear about this: I don’t want new followers.
If you have just come to my blog with the intent to follow me but we’ve never even had a conversation, turn around now and save me the trouble of softblocking you later. I promise you’ll get over it.
tree fell on my grandfather’s house today and came within inches of killing my mom and I am not ruminating obsessively about it. what’s wrong with me who am I.
does anyone have the original American smile post. about like. forcing people to do the emotional labor of processing it.
Lately I have been struggling with a sense of… inadequacy does not quite cut it. I feel artistically and existentially inhibited from not having a more coherent philosophy, political or otherwise. I’m not clever or observant enough to create the kind of art that feels worthwhile or to participate fully in the human condition. Am I too stupid? Too boring? Too afraid of backlash and failure to take real risks in pursuit of something new and interesting and beautiful?
I don’t know. There is nothing wrong with creating “lesser” art, to be only entertaining or pretty. But there’s something awful in knowing that there’s a pulse I could put mt finger on, if only I were insightful enough to find it—contenting myself with anything less feels like a dereliction of duty.
imagine you're frolicking in a field, prancing through long grass, singing "falalalala~", occasionally picking a flower. etc, etc. but a guy in the same field is watching you, about 20 paces away. he lowers his opera glasses (which he was using to watch you) and starts clutching his head and screaming with blind rage because of how much you're pissing him off. that's what it's like to be on the internet.
Dating in the natural sciences is wild because sometimes you need to ask yourself "could this survey of local amphibians be a date???"
Statue of Jesus getting slowly absorbed by tree at old cemetery in Bieszczady mountains, Poland
