There’s some little aspects about myself that I am not quite sure about how they are configured. Are they a trace of being what is medically called ‘’being crazy’’ or are they just what we should all call ‘’having a different brain function’’?
It is so hard to talk to people about it because I guess society is still working on the top of older parameters of judging and thinking. On my point of view, maybe we are all this time calling people “weird”, “crazy” or “mental” but in the end they are just bright and manage to see things on a different way.
Think about how many myths around the functionality of our brain we are currently still spreading. For example, we don`t use only 10% of the brain, we also don’t have any evidence of the existence of right-brained or left-brained people.
My point is: We are probably excluding some people from society based on how their thinking process is when they are probably very useful and might be able to do and see what is missing on this world.
Chotronette ‘Riz à l’impératrice’ & ‘Forest Fondant’ Haute Couture Gowns
Many things give me reasons but almost not brings me energy to do so.
Night in Edinburgh.
Pngs with words
The Painted Lady 🌙 this has always been one of my favourite episodes from season 3!
I’ve wanted to make some original magical girls for a while, so I decided to draw one girl each week during this month. Meet the first one, Carmilla.
Cinnamon buns 🐇
As infuriating as it is to see all the posts and screencaps on linked in and twitter and stuff saying “If you don’t be productive and do that project during this quarantine the problem is that you’re lazy”, there’s a lot of positivity out there saying to practice self care too, so it kind of evens out in my head.
What’s WAY MORE INFURIATING for me is that I WANT to write! I have a million ideas and all the motivation a writer could ever want, but I have to consistently keep putting it all on the back burner to focus on school which is charging ahead into finals week with my attention vaguely being dragged along as it tries to follow the butterflies instead, being jerked forward into and around deadlines just as I was about to catch up to the elusive pretty.
Танцы. 1963. Якобсон Александра Николаевна (1903-1966)
work in progress /some art /venting out /writer at random opp / “My soul is the mirror of the universe, and my body is its frame.”-Voltaire;
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