Inside You There Are Two Wolves - Tumblr Posts
Urge to have everything all at once in your pockets vs. Urge to look like a fashionable androgynous person
My brain is being ripped apart because I desperately want to make magical girl ocs and work on my magical girl projects but on the other hand I can't even begin to try and work on a magical girl thing without suffering
I don't know why, but recently I've been having really bad magical-girl burnout... I've been trying to work on pmmm ocs, ocs for personal magical girl projects, and really simple magical girl stuff in general but I've not been able to get into the zone at all. I'll probably not post for a bit (since this is a primarily magical girl blog), but I'll try to work on non-magical girl projects and see if it fixes anything.
Meet You At The Blossom is the only show ever
My whole life is a battle; between me and me, between me as I am, and me as God wants me to be.
these are both me 💀💀💀
me talking in the tags on tumblr dot com
HELP GET THEM OUT
Self awareness sucks. Sometimes I think I may be the most morally perfect human being to ever exist. I also think I may be the most delusional narcissist to ever exist. One makes me a god and the other just makes me feel like one. Both are equally concerning and I ping pong between them every few days.
I do understand why people choose to remain ignorant. But I also understand that willful ignorance is just cowardice. Cowardice is weakness and I have no patience for the feeble minded. Seeing as how I am both physically disabled and mentally ill, these beliefs also make me a hypocrite.
Unfortunately I am also very stubborn and thus have no interest in changing. I’m not even sure I could if I tried. This makes me a deeply flawed person.
So, either I am the worst god, or the best narcissist.
I’ve realized that this internal conflict is what defines me and that greatly upsets me. Because with that realization comes another.
I will never have peace. Not in mind, not in body, and possibly not even in death.
my burning hatred for the sensation of getting my hair cut vs. my burning desire to get a new hairstyle
inside you there are two wolves:
do it for the aesthetic
do it for the vine