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Listen guys, you don't need to look nice to go outside. Your health is more important than appearances.

I just went on a walk in my pajamas, greasy hair in a shitty bun, acne, and a pair of new balance sneakers. Cars passed by and I said hi to everyone who passed. Did I feel self-conscious? Of course, but it was worth it.

Now I feel a lot better, because I didn't A. Overextend by forcing myself to shower/get dressed/put on concealer beforehand or B. Avoid doing anything because I felt like a mess.

Go outside and be however you are. It's not your job to look good to random strangers, you deserve to go outside.

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I post like this cause i lack nutrients

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no fucking awoo. no awoo right now. its late. its not awoo time. its sleeping time. go the fuck to bed.

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Saw these fits and immediately knew who to draw wearing them :3

I'm coming back all refreshed (sort of), and continue to write my fic, refs going to come later,,, aaaannd chapters going to be longer btw

While I'm busy brainstorming, I have a few sketches to share for the future, so don't worry about being starved. I got you all covered 👍

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dude.

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Cool fun fact about the daycare attendant: you know how Sun is in-universe likely based on Fionna Murray and was potentially originally female?

Irl, Sun and Moon were likely based on the Sun and Moon from the Rockafire Explosion.

You know what the RE Sun's gender was like?

More evidence that Sun is transgender, trans rights everypony

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Dragons and dwarves sharing a symbiotic relationship. Dragons needing large tunnels and treasures, and dwarves already enjoying digging for treasures coming to a mutually beneficial arrangement. The dragons keep the dwarves safe and protected from invaders and in return the dwarves help keep their combined hoardes preserved. Imagine dwarves being the only ones able to ride dragons. They know how to polish swords and dragon scales so beautifully they look like treasures themselves. Dragons lending shed scales to give dwarves fireproof armor. Dwarves maintaining dragon egg chambers and bonding with a dragon from hatching, mutually respecting one another from the start. Dragons calling their personal dwarf rider by a gem name in reference to them being part of their treasure as a form of endearment and respect.

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well maybe you should blearily wake up at 5:08 in the pre-dawn light and find the sleeping soft tiny mammal body of your cat just inches from your head like a miracle too beautiful for speech, and you should rustle one hand out from your blankets to rub fingertip circles across the warm eggshell dome of her little velvet-wrapped skull and on the bristly patches just where the cups of her ears begin, and as she inclines her head into your fingers and purrs without ever opening her little eyes you should feel a love so tender that you understand how that love could have reached out from the fireside into the inky spangled nights long gone to reach her, and then you'll feel better

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sorry if i'm gonna be quiet for a while. my country recently introduced laws that make it so that in order to use social media to the fullest (not being able to view ns/fw content and in a few cases, not even having access to dms), i HAVE to give the sites my id/face scan.

it goes into effect july 25th. it'll probably effect here too, since this place allows mature content (tho not full on ns/fw)

i'm very distressed about it bc i might end up not even being able to talk to my internet friends. i don't really have any irl ones

if i have to disappear on most socials by then, you know why.

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day 1 discord dms with a mutual: hahha yeah i hope im not bothering you! look at this silly picture haha reminds me of that one guy

day 563 discord dms with a mutual: I accidentally lit .my entire fucking marshmallow on fire when i was roasting it on the stove

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whatever. go my selfshippers

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astro headcanons

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FOR THE LOVE OF LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL CHECK YOUR BLOG THEME COLOR CONTRASTS. I CANT FUCKING READ YELLOW ON WHITE I CANT SEE YOUR PRONOUNS IN PALE ORANGE ON PALE BLUE I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOUR BANNER IS WHEN ITS IN DARK RED ON DARK GREY. FUCK YOUR LIFE

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“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated—with one another; with the rainy, sleety weather; with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.

But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom. “Folks,” he said, “I know you’ve had a rough day and you’re frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here’s what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight—just leave ‘em with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I’ll open the window and throw your troubles in the water. Sound good?”

It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who’d been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?

Oh, he was serious.

At the next stop—just as promised—the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up—but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.

We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it’s extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.

But what if you are the light? What if you’re the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?

That’s what this bus driver taught me—that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy “influencer.” He was a bus driver—one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.

When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. How we behave matters because within human society everything is contagious—sadness and anger, yes, but also patience and generosity. Which means we all have more influence than we realize.

No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated—one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.“

–Elizabeth Gilbert

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