Butterflybastard - UwU

the soup poll AKA where are the chunks?

occasionally when discussing lunches and dinners and other such wonders i get the feeling when i say "Soup" i mean another persons definition of "Stew", and our communication is somewhat skewed. please tell me how you identify your wet meals

if you so desire, detail your decision With the place you grew up/learned your distinction in the tags

Taking the hype of the Super Mario Bros movie to share my Princess Peach art 👑💕 I should draw her more often.. 😅

"Do you know the new tiktok trend where--" No.

rb and tell me what’s your most re watched movie.. and be honest

bug report

my insatiable desire for praise and attention + my inability to take any negative criticism and feedback keep interfering with each other and it’s ruining my enjoyment of the game

bootterfly

For most people, life doesn’t truly begin until they’re 26-30. The way we romanticize and obsess over youth is super harmful. Your life is not over at 21, I promise you. It’s just beginning

what was i made for?

“ophelia” by john everett millais but it’s barbie and for the sake of this concept let’s pretend that there is in fact water in barbieland

recently I've started using the word disabled to describe myself and my autism and I've noticed how uncomfortable it makes people without disabilities. they get this palpable aura of disapproval but they’re too scared to say they dislike how I label myself. and I can’t understand why ya know. do they think I'm insulting myself by saying I'm disabled? the only reason I can think of why they think “disabled” is automatically an insult is that deep down they have linked “being disabled” with “people that always will be less than quote-on-quote normal people no matter what circumstances.” of course you’ll view the word disabled as an insult if you think being disabled is the worst thing you could possibly be. I dunno know it just hurts to think about how the people around me view disability, and by extension me. and it’s even more crushing to know that people with visible disabilities must experience this type of unspoken discrimination way more.

To myself, raised in an environment that glorified and romanticized restriction and suffering:

There is no victory in skipping dinner, or lunch, or breakfast, or morning coffee, or dessert.

There is no victory in refusing heaters and air conditioners and fans and heated blankets.

There is no victory in denying yourself sleep, or showers, or movement, or water, or a comfortable bed, or taking the elevator vs. the stairs.

There is no victory in refusing pain meds and heating pads and ice packs and medical help.

There is no victory in punishing yourself needlessly, in telling yourself that this pain you feel is because you are bad to the core and deserve it.

There is no victory in choking back your laughter and your tears, to keep an imagined equilibrium of safety that is really just a dry, cracked, empty, endless emotional desert.

You are here. You are in this body, and this body is yours. You deserve good things. You are alive, and that is messy and loud, and messy and loud are okay.

It’s okay to live abundantly. It’s okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to indulge. This paralysis of self-punishment, self-restriction, self-loathing is not healthy or good for you.

self discipline is so hard like. i know the sucker who's in charge...a pushover who hates authority and loves hedonism