i really feel like i made this one before, but can’t find any evidence that i did?
on-brand for big o i guess lol
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If you’re currently a high schooler; befriend the “cringe” neurodivergent queer kids at your school because if you don’t, many of those kids will be left alone, and vulnerable to things like radqueer spaces online.
They might seem “annoying” or they might like things you think are cringey, but just that little bit of kindness saves a lot of people! And it saved me.
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Random art dump of recent things I’ve done!
First two are of my Masks character, Renata “Amaryllis” Sanchez in civilian clothes! I love the blue one the most because she just looks so cute! 🥹
Next two are just the same drawing of no one in particular before and after color! Mostly because I messed up coloring her and want to show my original sketch of it 😭
Thanks for looking! 💜
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Recently I've been feeling like the seasons are slipping through my fingers.
Back when I was really struggling with my mental health, I tried to get intentional about celebrating change, the seasons, festive traditions, small moments of joy. But it all felt so hollow. I'd sit underneath a ruby red tree and listen to the wind rustle the autumn leaves and think I should be enjoying this. I'd bake Christmas cookies and tell myself this should make me happy. But it always just felt like going through the motions. Useless and performative.
And then I got diagnosed and medicated and cherry blossoms were a revalation. The warm sunshine of summer was a wonder. The barren winter stillness was poetry. Isn't it incredible how the world is constantly changing around us? And yet it repeats itself so we have the opportunity to experience it again.
But I didn't bake any Christmas cookies this year. I only saw the fall leaves in passing. I may have marveled at the beauty of a pink sunset kissing untouched fields of snow, but I never took the time to feel the cold air in my lungs and sit with the quiet of the twilight.
Is this what being an adult is like? Racing from one month to the next? Wanting and intending to cherish every mundane magical moment--just right after this-- only to look up and find they've passed you by?
I know I can still bake Christmas cookies in February. But it's not quite the same, is it?
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