ryin, it/xe/they || notes app poet, maybe
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Lots of thoughts recently. Everything feels plastic.
I could go on and on about why all that AI "art" is bad. I could mention theft, lack of creativity, it's impact on the work field and environment, but countless people have already said all that. I wanted to touch on something that to me is the most utterly wrong about all of it.
Art is more than just something pretty to look at or listen to. It's therapeutic. It's a form of communication. A tool for human connection. It's a pure, human need.
Support real artists ☀️
I like to be a little stupid recreationally
The thing about reclaiming slurs is that once you've been affectionally called 'faggot' by friends, loved ones, and amiable fellows on the internet for long enough, you almost forget that it means something else to people who hate you.
Honestly at this point if a stranger on the street yelled "hey faggot!" after me, I'd probably turn around like "what?" like they'd just casually called me by name, and they were only trying to get my attention because they wanted to tell me something, before processing that they're being hostile.
*sighs dreamily* what a fucking weirdo
my last mizurui day entry!! free day :) sorry im a little late i was . procrastinating. anyway i really like how this turned out yippee
what it's like drawing/writing mizurui
I have a joke about math but im 2² to say it
im scrolling tumblr (with my paws)
Need this mf skinned alive 😍💕
favorite pokemon
He's matchin the beat to Baby boy right now-
Mouthwashing if Anya told Swansea instead of Curly
well
Frost whispers through the trees, its breath a painter of icy filigree. Leaves once lush now cradle snow, crisp underfoot, like steps in forgotten lore.
Why does the cold stir old souls? In the silence of snow, memories awaken, each flake a note in winter’s symphony, playing the quiet music of the grey sky.
Hear the hush, the world softens, as white quilts lay over autumn’s remains. The chill invites us closer, kindles fires, wraps us in the embrace of its icy arms.
What secrets does the winter air hold, frozen in time, waiting for the thaw? Under its spell, our breaths become visible, painting misty tales in the frigid air.
Embrace the slow descent into winter’s night, find beauty in its stark, serene sights. For in its depth, in the heart of its cold, the promise of spring's warmth quietly unfolds.
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mowww mrrow meow meow!! @ultatack GROUP MEOWING
req'd by @void-of-erebos
no time to dilly-dally then!
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Mizuki trying to cope the fact she misses her bf
I love middle school mizurui
tsukasa and his cats
Simon and Gregor are the best ship for me because they the fulfill three of my favourite book/ship criteria which are: gay historical romance, tall little spoon and their short king big spoon partner, and, of course, Old Man Yaoi
i kick absolute ass at word games. gamepigeon word hunt, word bomb, just try me.
Fuck self modesty! Tell me something you know you're great at! I'll start. I'm a great cook.
op is a sim who completed the grilled cheese aspiration
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