being so engaged with my friends' creations gives me the friendship imposter syndrome. which basically is "am i really enjoying their content/art or am i just so attention depraved that i do anything to be their friends, including by heavily engaging w their outputs (thus being a form of manipulation, trapping them into liking me & staying my friend because i knowingly/purposely trigger their happy chemicals with my inputs)"
4 notes
·
View notes
every time an article of men's clothing is a little ill-fitted on me and there's an almost-identical women's version i wonder if i ought to just suck it up and get that instead—and that voice is the devil* talking
because (a) the ways it would 'fit me better' are also the ways it would be depressingly distractingly feminizing, like, that non-adherence to my actual form is doing important gender-affirming work for me! and (b) even if it looks like a plausibly androgynous garment on the female model, it always turns out to be noticeably not-actually-androgynous once i get it on—a scoopier neckline is the most common culprit but there's always something >:(
⸻
* disclaimer that i don't believe in the devil and i do generally want to avoid casually regurgitating christian turns of phrase but. you know. joci causa.
25 notes
·
View notes
What would be a good job for the world's ugliest, most untalented woman who cries way too easily? Must pay $10k a month.
2 notes
·
View notes
hmhhmm my hand is acting up so if it doesnt get better tmrw then i might have to skip a day or two on the 30 day reborn thing, or at least postpone it
7 notes
·
View notes
okay okay okay… i have been. Considering making blogs for some of the deities bc i think it would be funny to make phil interact w the deities who r still around….. but at the same Time i don’t want to be talking only to myself LMAO
2 notes
·
View notes
Translation here
— Once again...
The Doors of Paradise are opened...
In the midst of sleep, the world she loves sinks…
Down to the bottom of the water.
As if beckoned by her hand at the end of a dream…
The door was opened.
Come ・ Down ・ To ・The ・
E ・ly ・si ・on
— And then... her reality shattered...
Tell me, Papa...
In Paradise, will my body still hurt?
She asks questions over and over again.
Her never-ending fascination with 『Paradise』
Ah... the girl can no longer see...
The corpse lying beside her...
Closed door
... the man's wildest dreams became a cruel reality.
Cross talk
... the girl's reality became a fantastical dream.
Closed door
... the man's paradise became an eternal abyss.
Cross talk
... the girl's abyss became a momentary paradise.
... Papa,
In Paradise, will my heart still heart?
Hey, Papa...
0 notes