I've been having an existential crisis for the past month and the worst part is that it's the kind of thing that like, you can't sit down and talk to somebody about without feeling awkward. Vaguely, it's a thing where like, the answer you'll usually get is that "it's different for everyone" but I want to understand the other side, too and that answer is so useless. Like whats your reasoning? Explain in 4-5 sentence paragraphs, please. Not in a condescending "I'm right, so why do you think THAT?" way either I mean in like in a, if I hear it maybe I'll understand too! It's a topic with layers and I need someone on the opposite side to sit down with me and peel all of them back. It feels like... there's certain truths to all humans, except I'm human and I don't know them. I feel like I'm operating on an entirely different system and I want to understand the human way and the things that everyone else but me knows and understands on a basic level. To add to that because these truths are universal absolutely no one will sit down and discuss them; they just assume everyone knows and is operating on the same page to not talk about it. So now I, the one wanting to understand, don't even want to talk about it because I know the other person either won't take me seriously or will clam up! Not even worth it.
So anyway I'm trying to focus on old hobbies to take my mind off of it!!!!
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i messed up the stupid multimedia essay comic for the fellowship application because procreate doesn’t remember undo and i didn’t back up all my lineart as a procreate file bc i NEVER have to do that (the mistake happened in coloring on the first page and it’s. kind of unsalvageable because i would have to apply that to the rest of the pages and i just feel so sick that i don’t even want to try anymore.)
it’s less than six days out from the deadline and i’m just ready to take the L. i’ve never felt more like crying in my life and my stomach hurts and i feel like shit that i feel like shit at all because look i don’t have much of a chance for this fellowship anyway so i’m trying not to get emotionally involved. but it’s a chance to work on the a320 however slim and i have this stupid hope that maybe i’ll succeed despite being woefully underqualified in my view and… sigh. picking my battles never felt so awful
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THE WAY MASAYUKI TAGAGUCHI DREW KAZUO STILL GETTING UP, STILL NOT FUCKING DEAD YET AND JUST BENDING IRREGULARLY AT THE WAIST ALL WHILE HE’S STILL TRYING TO AIM AND FIRE HIS FUN AT THE SHUUYA AND NORIKO WITH THAT VACANT ASS EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK JESUS CHRIST FROTHING AT THE MOUTH IT’S JUST GENUINELY FUCKING BATSHIT I DON’T EVEN HAVE THE WORDS???
I’M DESENSITIZED TO MOST HORROR BUT THE ART IN THOSE PANELS WAS JUST MASTERFULLY CREEPY. WHAT THE FUCK. BURNED INTO MY RETINAS. S+ TIER TENSION AND HORROR. JESUS CHRIST.
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Sometimes you read a story where literally everything in the background is set up for the perfect horror movie and you find the author is merrily charging past the implications of all that and writing a romcom instead.
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