the only reason your art looks awful to you is because you had an image in your head and the art you created doesnt match it
other people have no image, so when presented with the art you created, they’re usually pretty impressed, because wow you made that out of nothing!! its so cool!!
so next time you want to judge your own art badly try to remember that you’re comparing it to the perfect picture you had in your head as opposed to recognizing that hey u made a thing out of nothing how cool is that
She had the confidence of a well organized library and the haunted grace of a moonlit cemetery.
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man scientists really sound like the kind of people who should set normative social conventions huh
Listen but if you lived that close to the South Pole and eternal darkness was a legitimate thing you experienced fall through winter you’d go a little nuts too
Y'all just mad cause antarctic scientists fuck more than you
I’ve spent time in Chile at the ALMA observatory which is kinda isolated in the desert and let me say there was mad fuckin. Scientists fuck man.
Scientists fuck and will continue to fuck until we stop them.
Go far enough north and you get the same effect. Depression because of the lack of sunlight is also a thing
New fanfic trope: we met during six months of darkness at the Antarctica station
Broke: Coffee Shop AU
Woke: Antarctica Winter AU
Also, you’re trapped in an enclosed space for months with no contact with the outside world. The same thing happens at the Olympic village for essentially the same reasons.
My very favourite thing in CRPGs is when you’re on an epic journey to save the world from an ancient evil, and in the course of a random side-quest you stumble upon a different, completely unrelated ancient evil, kill it, and take its stuff. Like, a. exactly how many resurgent apocalypses are on the brink of destroying this particular world? b. how bad is their operational security that you can accidentally stumble across them while running an errand for the local blacksmith? and c. as random as it is for the player, imagine what that must look like from the other side! A thousand years of careful scheming down the tubes because a trio of magic teenagers just rolled up out of nowhere, smote your prophesied messiah, riffled his pockets for loose change, and left. That’s gotta do things to your worldview, is what I’m saying.
Growth is uncomfortable because you have never been here before—you’ve never been this version of you. So give yourself a little grace and breathe through it.
Kristin Lohr
