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Small artists you need to understand that when you see an artist who you think has 'made it' tells you not to worry about the numbers and to not fret about getting more likes than reblogs they are not telling you it because they think you are stupid for caring or because they dont need to network to survive they are very likely telling you that because they have witnessed first hand the way the numbers game tears people to shreds in terms of mental health and motivation
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Why brain
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It is safe to say I've never actually liked how I look. There was just an overwhelming indifference to it all.
Before transitioning I felt a sort of twisted pride in this fact. It was a shield against vanity. After all, how could I be vain if I didn't care at all about my appearance?
A consequence of starting to care about myself is suddenly taking in interest in what I look like. Shocking, I know. In this regard, mirrors aren't fun. Neither are cameras. Friends and classmates found it hilarious when I would recoil when accidentally turning on my phone's front facing camera. I didn't find it quite as funny. Cameras are evil creatures. Anyways, back to mirrors.
I hope for a day where my relationship with them changes. It might be a long way off. But just imagine being able to look at your reflection with genuine pride. Imagine feeling things besides loathing and detachment.
Imagine looking at a mirror, and actually seeing yourself.
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The summary of my entire childhood in one post. At least what little I can remember of it.
The worst part is that bubble never truly goes away.
People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn鈥檛 care for me at all.
I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn鈥檛 be more different.
I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn鈥檛 feel as real as I鈥檇 hoped.
There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me
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REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS
This way people can see they鈥檙e not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.
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i love ur gulpin. can i see more of that whimsy creature

bart fancam
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a little diary about trying to find a middle ground between being spiritual and being a schizophrenic
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Plural Systems! This is a comic for my plural friends and i hope it helps any singlets reading understand a little more about them ^^ for the record I'm not plural, im not an authority on the subject but I'm trying my best to learn more and wanted to share!





I had some help on this one from @welldrawnfish and @ralathehuntress
This whole comic came from someone in our community that im very close with but im not sure if they have officially stated they are Plural here so ill not tag them, needless to say if it wasn't for them and thier amaizng headmates i couldn't have made this comic, thier experiences have helped me understand a whole other type of experience in a way that im sure i wouldn't have been able to understand without them!
鉂わ笍馃挏馃挅馃挌馃挋馃挍
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May I offer you a bunny girl with big silly cartoonishly large hammer?

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