It’s fun learning astrology until you start to make broad assumptions about real people’s behavior based only on their birthday.
It’s fun to speculate about alien civilization until you say early cultures weren’t competent enough to build their own pyramids or until scientologists stalk you for every penny you have.
It’s fun dressing symptoms in mystical language like “empath” or “indigo child” until you go through life undiagnosed, unaccomodated and feeling less and less human.
It’s all fun and games until Tiktokkers tell you hallucinations are actually attunement with a higher dimension and that you should stop taking your antipsychotics.
It’s fun to think about possession and changelings until mom starts trying to “save” her child’s soul or dad kills his family for having “serpent genes.”
It’s fun to see natural formations as if they were manmade until you start believing cultists when they say flying saucers are Antarctic Nazis.
You can believe in magic. It’s fun to believe in magic. Believing in magic is valuable stimulation. But watch out. Remember your reality checks. There’s a lot of cults and scams and white supremacists out there who want to sell you something, and that longing for magic to believe in is how they get you.
“Being bi means all the attraction you feel is gay” NOT ME. All my attraction is not only hetero, it’s hetero in the most off-putting way possible. I like men in the fetishistic yaoi fangirl way and I like women in the creepy mouth-breathing guy in your workplace way
My attraction is pretty much characterized as like, that one person who decorates their workspace with printouts of various BNHA characters. Just blasting massively unpleasant vibes in every direction, setting off people’s sexual Geiger counters to “Oh, Eugh” levels
I’m like a chaser if chasers were also into cis people. I’m like a Type O universal chaser. I’m fetishizing mundane features you’ve never even heard of. Salivating and not quite blinking enough as I tell you you have exquisite elbows
In May I learned my friend passed suddenly. I want to donate to The Trevor Project in his name, but I’m broke and making ends meet has been difficult, but I have art, so I am organizing a raffle on Instagram. Tumblr followers and users are welcome to participate as well, just not your username and that you’re on Tumblr.
a group of wizards playing “dont let it touch the ground” with a magic missile, giggling like children and bouncing it back and forth like a balloon, until one of them drops it and dies screaming in the most horrific explosion you’ve ever seen. the other wizards are unphased and continue the game with a new missile like nothing happened.
The science behind THC + alcohol as a combination is literally soo interesting because it basically causes the crimson red duckling in your body to confront the serpent in the bronze vessel of your heart. Basically you feel good because the duckling is able to eat the harmonious seeds stored within the vessel and transfer these positive energies into your body. You can have bad highs when this happens if the duckling awakens the serpent and it bites the duckling. The interesting part is when you ingest alcohol after THC because it floods the vessel and causes the serpent to fall into a deep sleep. The duckling never gets attacked by the serpent when this happens because it is unconscious and the duckling is actually able to get fat from the harmonious seed, which causes an enjoyable sensation.
