Every time i cringe when old of mine gets notes again, I then get this kinda swell of pride
Like man I never would've thought that a silly doodle I did in the middle of a hyperfix in 2019 would over 4 years later bring a smile to someones face
Like how many times I've gone down internet rabbit holes and found fanart over a decade old but still managed to bring a smile to my face, how many abandoned fics and comics and art people dont really think abt anymore still bring me joy when I stumble upon them
And I might not be proud of my old work because I've improved and I get embarrassed because I know I could do so much better if I re-did it nowadays, but like thats not the point. When I made it way back when it made me happy, and while it's not up to my personal standards anymore, it still makes other ppl happy. Other ppl arent holding my old art to the standards i am.
My one lil moment of joy that sparked a doodle inspiration kinda went across time and brought a smile to someone else's face way down the line when im not even really in the fandom that doodle was for anymore
AUs I've since gone back and went "eugh" with because I know I couldve approached them with better designs and writing nowadays, even tho I don't think it's good enough, someone else does, and like. thats just. thats just nice.
Idk. I dont have a point to this. I just hope that stuff i make today makes ppl happy years down the road. That's a nice thought.
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Despite the true isolation, being around certain people make you feel lonely too. I know what I have to do (move out) but I’ll feel incredibly guilty doing it esp since my mother talked and told everyone who extremely lonely she was. She doesn’t mind making anyone else feel lonely and is definitely feels entitled to the money I make. I was planning on moving out after I did the things I believ I needed to within my career and stuff just for me. But I feel like I have to plan an escape ASAP.
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day 01: double meanings
[Image ID: A digital painting done with an oil brush of Sandy Aldwich from Layton Brothers Mystery Room, sitting down with her elbows on a white table, staring at the viewer with her head tilted to the left, and tucking her hair behind her ear with one hand while the other is presented with a limp wrist, the hand itself shining a light green color. On her neck are bruise marks. Behind her is an abstract oily background of black, purple, and green. The entire piece is painted in darker tones except for the lower fifth of the image, which is a white expanse representing a table, with the numbers "001" in the bottom right corner, painted in red. /.End ID.]
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What is it about middle/upper class older women and the urge to go "erm 😳😧 you guys better get over here" and act like Jason Vorhees is en route every time a homeless person so much as enters their peripheral vision. Like ik everyone is horrible to homeless people but its such a specific pattern of behavior I've almost exclusively seen in 50+ y/o white women. They start acting like they're in a fucking movie and its literally just a guy with scraggly hair walking into a store
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It feels so seriously bleak to be blogging about my inane thoughts from my bed and then reblog a post abt current affairs of the world in the middle honestly. I think the worst part is that no matter what happens time goes on. Experiencing various lethal symptoms of being alive etcetera
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i always plan so many things for my fridays off but i end up just spending the entire day in bed doing fuck all bc i forget i actually have to fully recharge after being social the entire week 😭 being disabled is sooo slay and fun
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