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tumblr glitched and now there’s just a guy in the void
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Ppl will be like “end the stigma around mental illness uwu” but still judge you if you’re unemployed or single or not completely self-sufficient or healthy or perfectly groomed or still live with parents and don’t see the hypocrisy in that whatsoever
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Cowboy who introduces himself by telling you often and hard he cries feels like a tumblr text post
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original video, shout out to my mutual @kingcatnine for the inspo :o)
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Ren's PWYW Commissions! - Chibi (min $3) - Headshot (min $5) - Halfbody (min $10) - Fullbody (min $20) - Full illustration (min $30) Will draw: Humans, Anthros, OC x Canon/self-ship I reserve the right to decline any ideas that make me uncomfortable
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the years have made me weird and strange to talk to. but still i must post
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no connection without willingness to be seen. no connection without curiosity and understanding, without compassion and forgiveness. no connection without tolerance and inconvenience. no connection without the courage to divulge feelings, thoughts and needs. no connection without putting the health of the bond before pride or the comfort of hiding. no connection without embarassing yourself a little. without hard conversations, or the space and will to learn and grow. without accepting and loving imperfection
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he wore his cloggin' shoes
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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
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