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too stupid for his own good

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one of the best ways i’ve found to combat that inherent depressive pessimism without veering into toxic positivity territory is simply the phrase “i’m open to the possibility”

this particularly works with anything negative i’ve forecasted. “i woke up feeling like shit today, so my day is gonna suck” isn’t a particularly helpful thought, but “it’s a great day to be alive!!!!!” feels hollow and insincere when i have a pounding headache & am running on three hours of sleep

instead i’ll tell myself, “i really don’t feel good right now, but i’m open to the possibility that coffee and breakfast might perk me up a bit.” or “i’m in a lot of pain today, but i’m open to the possibility that my workday might still have fun parts despite that”

sometimes, when your impulse is to slam the door on anything good, but you’re not exactly up to going out & hunting it down yourself, leaving the door open just a crack makes all the difference

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Okay, this is pretty incredible. A 3D artist, consulting scholars and archaeologists, worked for a year and a half in Blender to create a reconstruction of pre-Columbian Tenochtitlán, complete with the surrounding landscape. It’s staggeringly beautiful, and—at least to me—gives a wonderful impression of the city as a place where people worked and lived and worshiped

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Wow, so much inactivity and now I’m all abuzz. My last drawing of some pics taken at the pup meet I went to recently. Was so fun!

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Some art I did for a friend with a really cool sona. Bit NSFW but hey you get what you get

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New art! Gonna be posting a bit of old art here and there but this is a new one from a pup meet I went to. Got some rubbins

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First of recent art to share! Wolf ref sheet 2.0! Gives a much better idea of him imo.

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First things first of updating this shit.

NEWS: I have a telegram channel where you’ll find about all of my ~~good~~ art

Here’s the link: https://t.me/wolfsartarchive

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Gotta say, I just remembered I had this. I have so much more art to post…

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I like to imagine the arrangement was just

“Hey we literally just need you to plan the shows. We will take care of literally everything else”

Bobby’s level of involvement in Huntrix’s activities is literally hysterical. He doesn’t know they’re demon hunters. He thinks they added unplanned special effects to the concert without telling him. He apparently has no control over when they drop a new single or start promotion. He has no grasp on their personal schedule.

It’s very clear why he only makes 3%. I love him

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Why did I come back to my goofy ass app to find the formatting changed. What the fuck.

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2007 eBird gem

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¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Couldn’t hurt

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Warning, this is going to be a very rant-esque post

I feel like one thing no one warned me about college was the intense feeling of “other-ness”. There are days where I feel like I’m a nomad in my own body or just in general. I’m not who I was before I graduated high school (something I’m in all honesty grateful for), but I’m also not sure who exactly I am now, because back then, when I was in that process of *becoming* I had friends and family to ground me and remind at the very least of who they saw me as.

That isn’t to say I am entirely without a concept of self and my personal identity, but it’s like trying to stay in the ocean with no anchor. I have no home that I can really go back to easily. My dad luckily does live like 5 minutes down the road from me, but that isn’t *my* home. There is no familiarity in the walls even though they have memories on them.

Even when I do visit home, we moved over the summer to it feels even more unfamiliar even in spite of there being familiar faces. It’s like visiting a foreign facsimile of something that you used to know.

I feel as though this will slowly work itself out, especially once I get out of the dorms and can finally have *my* place.

It feels like being on a plane as it descends and gravity shifts, but it keeps shifting and the buckles are gone, the plane is gone, but I’m not falling, it’s just this odd limbo where nothing makes sense and it sometimes feels like I’m drowning in the air.

I apologize for blasting your page with a random person’s crisis, but I needed to put this somewhere because writing things out helps me think, and I suck at keeping journals.

If you want to, please, pray for me? I know things will stabilize eventually but right now it’s so in flux that I’m not sure when that eventually will be.

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Ok I was gonna try and find a funny gif asking for money, but looking up “give me money”… well if you’re under 18, do not.

i see your posts all the time but i only realized earlier today that i dont actually follow you; the people i follow just reblog what you say often enough that i thought i was

Yeah, I get that a lot.