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@MoniqueMonsters I love the way you do weathering on your textures and I have no idea how it works or how simple or complicated it may be but GOD it looks cool.

Seeing mouthwashing around again so I should may as well show my DragonsBreath bottle I made, I can post the texture beflow if anyone wants to print it out to make your own prop or something.

@PupsRoom "Mmm-mm-mm the BEST!" gets me personally, so joyous

The way the guy filming says black girls and the other dudes laugh immediately after get me every fucking time

Who am I when nobody is watching? Who are you? Sometimes I think there is no answer, sometimes it feels like it’s right in front of me but I just can’t see it. When I look in the mirror, I see nothing at all. I’m still alive, I shouldn’t be. I’m still here. Waiting to die.

I can't even consume right. I haven't done anything except doom scroll for the past several hours, what has become of me. I was supposed to be the one that made it out. I think I made that expectation up for myself, I think I fucked myself up.

The result is the same. Sincerity is cringe.

As much as it's made me who I am, the internet was a mistake and it's easy to see that what's it's become is some kind of unkillable beast that destroys everyone and everything it comes across. No one cares about anything anymore, some are burnt out, some are irony poisoned.

I despise having ADHD, it makes me feel worthless, I can't even consume right. I can't enjoy things right, things that should make an impact on me don't or don't even get the chance to. Every time I think I find a solution I realize it requires an effort I'm incapable of.

I have to externalize who I am inside through the things I relate too. I don't know any other way to do it.

I have too many passions, too many things I love. I fear I'm running out of space to hold all of this passion. I'm terrified of being a poser because that means I'm made of things that aren't truly representative of me and my beliefs. I buy merch partly so I don't forget myself.

Better brains and better minds and better bodies, everyone else is perfect and beautiful in their flaws. I however feel made of only flaws, I feel like I'm a uniquely wretched thing. An accident.

The crushing weight of my inadequacy is not unbeknownst to me so can everyone stop reminding me how it feels to die over and over and over and over and over again. Maybe it's my fault though, these people didn't ask to have better brains than me, I just got unlucky. Unlucky.

I'm always running out of time, and I'm always running out of creativity, and I'm always running out of energy, and I'm always running. I want to do, I want to love, but everything is so much. It's not fair, and no one will see this anyway. Goodnight everyone.

Everyone is so much better at everything than me. All I ever want to do is Think and Look. Touch, Smell, Watch, Listen. Maybe this isn't what life is supposed to be, I think. Or maybe this is all life ever was. Reading, Listening, Watching, Mass Consumption. Everything is so much

Having an Identity Crisis because twitter says that being defined solely by your interests and passions is to not truly be human or whatever. What am I without my consumption of the things I love? What have I created? I don't know, all I know is I like The Legend of Zelda.

My Good Buddy Ben from Drowned

What? But I wanna know everything! What do you mean I'm not allowed! What do you mean there's not enough time! I'll make time! I'll be my own clock, I'll figure it out, I want to know everything about everything! Please don't take this away from me, please, I've begged enough.

All I ever make is derivative slop, nothing I make feels like it ever even comes close to expressing the thoughts that have stuck themselves in my head. I want to create, I want to make art like the art that inspired me, but all I do is wait for some god to give me that ability.

Twitter high-key makes me want to stop writing or creating any kind of art. I use too much purple prose to try to evoke a specific emotion or state of mind and I know I do so what’s the point of creating if the way I know how is endlessly criticized for good reason.

@wayneradiotv You can be his friend

The story is true

@JamestheJerkk To some people the internet is a confession booth.

I feel if anything, what's happening in the TADC fandom is an ACTUAL case of Cancel Culture that isn't just a regular callout - digging up stuff that's either jokes/already talked about - framing almost anything they do/did as bad - finding ANY excuse to be right/act superior