Would you rather be insane in a functional society, or one of the sane people running a profoundly dysfunctional society? If saving the human race required the sacrifice of yourself and everyone you love, who would you choose to save – you and your loved ones or humanity at large? Do you believe that the stories we tell ourselves about our past true, or that we bend the truth so we can create our stories? Aaand what's your favourite potato chip flavour?
I’d rather be insane in a functional society because I am already kind of bad at doing things myself, but with a functional society I could get proper help and care and live a really nice life with people reminding me to eat food and that I have friends who love me! YEAHHHHH
also imagine being the only sane one like holy assbutt I’d be angry constantly.
This question is too anxiety inducing so let me tell you about how my cat fell asleep with her face in her butt today #spirit animal
I believe that we bend the truth! Sometimes I catch myself telling an exaggerated story so many times that eventually I am unsure of what I actually experienced and what is exaggerated. But it becomes a part of you and it’s still true. You just make it your own truth sort of, y’know.
I actually don’t like potato chips but if there are like.. I don’t know, is there a sweet chili creamy flavour? I’d eat that!
EY WHOEVER YOU ARE YOU THANKS FOR THE QUESTS MAN I APPRECIATE IT!
Bruce Banner was not always The Hulk.
He became that way as a result of a failed experiment
with a Gamma Bomb. Most of us, I think
have some failure we can point to in our past.
“This,” we say, “This is why I’m monstrous.”
The Hulk does not hulk out randomly.
Only when he’s stressed, or angry.
When Bruce Banner disappears into the other guy,
he doesn’t remember being Bruce Banner,
He’s just some wild force of nature who can’t
control his hands.
Having an anxiety attack feels
like living through death.
A person should not be able to endure that kind of fear
and keep breathing. But still, every time
my lungs and heart betray me. I keep not dying.
The Hulk can’t kill himself. He has tried.
It is so hard to live half monster, to hurt everything
you love by trying to protect it wrong.
I keep trying to protect you from me.
From the nights when I drink the whole bottle,
From the days I don’t get out of bed and just hide
from everything. I don’t Deal With Things well.
I’m not Good At Being An Adult.
When I get scared I can’t control my hands,
I would do anything to make myself feel better.
Even hurt the ones who are trying to save me.
When I calm down, when I can breathe again,
I feel like a superhero at the end of the movie.
When the war is over, and the bad guy is gone,
and he has to walk home through the wreckage
of the city he destroyed by trying
to be a savior.
If I am being honest, I know
I can’t save you. I can’t even save myself.
The thing about the Hulk is he would give anything
to be less interesting.
To be normal, to never again wake up
naked and lonely, staring at the destruction
with no one to blame but himself.
The move went k! Was an exhausting day and then it was done. We’re leaving a lot of boxes packed in the closet, since this is only a middleground apartment for our next adventure AND PACKING SUCKS, SO WE’D RATHER NOT DO THAT SHIT AGAIN. Oi, my life is one big move.
I am following 100 other artists and I want to do the things they do, but they are 100 people and I am 1 and that’s why I feel like I’m only ever getting 1% of what I want to do done. I need to remember that I’m not 100 people and never will be. No wonder I burn myself out so bad. I’m not even…
Sometimes I draw something THAT ISN’T MOFO POKÉMON REQUEST, consider my mutual follows and end up not uploading it. Because
Is it interesting enough for my cool artist followers?
Is it GOOD ENOUGH?
Is it what they want?
Buuuut If I draw every day, I should upload every day, no? AND NOT BE INTIMIDATED ALWAYS GOOOSH