I've been feeling really stressed because of this scene.
This is my biggest fear. The idea that the people you think of as friends only barely tolerate you, and you're just too dense to pick up on it. And it would be my own fault for not being more socially aware.
I'm too conscious of the fact that I would *not* pick up on social cues like this. How many people talk about me like this when I'm not around? How many people would gladly be rid of me? The fear of this possibility consumes me. It regularly has me afraid to reach out to anyone. It causes me to isolate myself. I'm not sure more socially capable people could ever understand the horror of this. I can't get it off my mind.
rb this and tell me what ur accent is. this has no purpose except the fact i just realized i could have like... mutuals with cockney accents or newfoundland accents or something and thats just wild
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Working on transcribing “The Nowhere King” from Centaurworld into My Singing Monsters. There’s still some parts missing and I need to touch up some segments that didn’t translate well from the sheet music, but I don’t think it’s half bad for my 1st composer island.
You know, when everyone talks about forgetfulness and ADHD they always talk about small things like “oh, where did my pencil go?” And “what was I doing again?” Or maybe if we’re lucky, someone will talk about how easy it is to forget about your friends.
But where are the people talking about how soul crushing it is to singlehandedly ruin your own life by forgetting deadline after deadline and important event after important event. You try to use a calendar like everyone says online but you forget to use that too. So it sits empty while missed opportunities fly by. Constantly relying on others to be merciful, but no one has any sympathy because surely if it was that important to you, you would have remembered, right?
I’m so tired and so scared all the time because every time I think I’m doing fine, I get punched in the gut. I’m constantly on edge because I can’t stop self sabotaging myself. My medication can help with focus and executive function but the one thing it can’t save me from is my own forgetfulness.
This is a terrifying pattern to be stuck in and while most of this stuff isn’t incredibly important now, but what will happen when it is?
Also the paws are backwards. There is no bean contact happening.
my only complaint is that the paws appear when you boop someone and not when someone boops you. I want to be scrolling and minding my own business and suddenly get whapped by a cat paw
Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen
Wanted to bring attention to the fact that Bisan called for mass protests today (April 1st). It’s okay if you can’t march yourself, but please make it a point to spread this so that those who can march do so—and also take this as your own checkpoint to ask yourself if you’ve been faltering in terms of sharing information about Palestine, doing what you can to fund humanitarian aid in Palestine, and staying informed as to the ongoing genocide in Palestine. Some might say it has been 6 months of this, but to me that’s all the more reason to make noise now more than ever. This is one of very few spaces on the Internet where Palestine has not been abandoned in people’s endless efforts to dehumanize Arabs. Please continue amplifying the dialogue surrounding this genocide. Free Palestine. Free Palestins always.