When I First Came Here... I Didn't Know Anything... I Wanted To Make My Ask Blog... I Wanted To Be One

when i first came here... i didn't know anything... i wanted to make my ask blog... i wanted to be one of those who makes comics... so i took one step... two... and then i stopped... went right back to where i started... away from it... then three years passed... i saw something different get people's attention... just posts... simple nonsensical texts read with funny voices... by AWESOME voices... So i wanted that... "i can say gibberish too!" i said to myself... so i came here a second time... to get that fame, to be read out loud by those, who got me here in the first place... but nothing came... foolish... i was simply foolish... I'm nobody here, how would they possibly see, yet again, if i were to nag or to beg... i would only lower my chances... but i begged anyway... i would make a fool out of myself yet again, if they noticed... nothing... i was left with nothing yet again... but now... i don't want to go away... i want to stay... to see what can i be, i don't crave fame like i used to, i understand now it's not what this site is for... I'm here not to be someone special, I'm special enough right as i am, I'm here to embrace myself, not for others, but for myself... I'm the circus... and I'm the viewers i don't need an audience to be happy... my true audience are my friends, who appreciate me... and... i can't stress enough how much i do appreciate them...

спасибо Маш, спасибо Стëп, спасибо Насть, Спасибо Маш, спасибо Кость, люблю вас, ребят

sometimes it's hard for me to remember that behind all the avatars, posts, videos, music, everything online, behind all of that stand people, regular people i could meet in the subway or in the park... and with character ai, v-tubers, voice changers, abstract fucking word choice all being a thing, the line in my mind between real and fictional is even more blurry... i even start to feel, like i don't mean it, when i wish someone good luck, or when i say that they're valid and loved... my intent is to make people feel that way, to feel happier, but with all this anonymity and hiding behind characters... caricatures of ourselves... i start to question myself... am i really a good person, or just someone who says good things for just another dose of dopamine? even now... did i write this because i had to get it off my chest, or do i just want people to say nice things to me?... who am i to myself? to others?... what am i?...

i can't escape them, can i?

happy pride month

I WISH FOR INFIN... Waaaaiit... you cheeky bastard, I'm in...

“I shall grant three wishes, but you cannot wish for… Actually, fuck it. You get infinite wishes and no rules, let’s see where this goes.”

More Moscow stuff photos

What's the name of the guy, who's really good at politely rejecting things?

Noah Hanks