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do any of you also feel like you don't really have a personality sometimes?? like... you're not sure what your actual traits are cause it feels like they're not stable at all?

I need more industrial themed horror in my life me thinks.

Uncanny warning signs, a machine in the heart of a factory that will outlive you and all that you are, a monster that exists only in the shadow of the forge, etc. etc.

Bring back boiler room nests and Osha violations (please push me over the railing)

i guess i mostly want people to enjoy my art,, i enjoy making it and i enjoy writing stories, but the reason i publish it is bc i want to contribute to the things that made and still make me happy; in my most difficult moments, the things i had to comfort me were YA books, animation, and art, so i want to give back to that? does that make sense?

I wonder if I was never sa'd would I still be bi. Would I be lesbian would I be straight. Ik I have attraction to both but is this a developed thing or

i think skitz should be tickled silly but like in a loving way god i need to make more art of him

So I just learned that knows who wrote the original version of "who let the dogs out" and my immediate thought was 'hmmmm, I wonder if this is like that one song from back to the future'. That's all, that's it. Just a thought dump.

am i mentally, financially, or emotionally prepared to move to college? no.

but i know happiness and love playing with my little siblings. i know the peace of the water flowing free over the creek rock. i know home.

maybe i can take a bit of it with me.

i haven’t left yet, but i already miss this place ♡

This philosopher is a temporary existence. I will mention this at the beginning so as not to get attached to it. What is one existence compared to so many existences on the globe?

One day the philosopher went to the market. He sat on a wall near a certain basilica, which is also not eternal. Sitting there, he takes advantage of her momentary existence. Sitting, he asks a question aloud, thrown into the abyss of mortal men.

What is eternity? Isn't that a punishment?

Everything is changeable. The air we breathe will never come back to us in the same form. We give our exhalation a momentary existence. This energy, on the other hand, will be used by another organism. So in a certain line of reasoning, our being gives strength to another being.

Eternity, on the other hand, would be unfavourable for the world. An unnecessary element that interferes with the evolution of the next species. For a new life to arise, ours must disappear. We have a request. Eternity is deadly and dangerous, yet we want to strive for it and prolong our lives as much as possible.

Doesn't that mean that each of us is inherently self-centred? There's so much to talk about empathy

Paradoxically, our memory of us will disappear with that exhalation. But for a while, the memory of us can give someone else energy in pursuit of their goals.

But what does this knowledge give us? Will this one thought change the whole world?

The philosopher mentioned recently falls asleep on the wall, watching the grey crowd with one more eye. But weariness takes over, and he falls asleep

And he doesn't wake up

And the clouds remain as grey as they were. The basilica begins to collapse, people fall asleep one by one, and this dream is a dream of eternity for themselves

The clouds, on the other hand, remain grey, and people from the alternative world are still running in the rain.