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Attention Everyone !

Listen to the kitty, please don’t scroll I’ll make it quick.

Okay so I really don’t want to annoy you guys and I normally don’t do that but I’m having an issue here. I’ve been on Tumblr for a few years now, and the platform was almost perfect to post my art: I got publicity, and people were eager to enjoy my work, but…there’s decline lately, because people have stopped reblogging.

I think it came to every artist’s attention, and there’s a significant impact. I am struggling to make my Patreon work, and struggling on Tumblr too because it seems like no one is interested in anything (except memes, but I can’t blame you, my sense of humor is broken too.). Anyway, be it paranoia or bad luck, but when I put links on my art, they get less notes. Obviously I do make fanart and comics because I enjoy it enormously, but also because I like to contribute to fandoms and make people happy; so, supporting artists is a freaking neat idea!

Unfortunately, I’m not getting the exposure I want here and that’s a bigggg problem. It’s frustrating too. I am still staying here (Until this website dies, but I think that God himself cannot annihilate this place.) but! I am linking my Patreon and especially my new Twitter account (which is still under construction) but where I’ll post my public art, so click there if you’re interested ! 💖 💖 💖

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I’m giving you a bit of background since I’m at it. I’ve been studying english for 5 years and after getting my degree, I said to myself “Hey, english is cool but art is cooler. I should give it a try”  my dear mother said “no” and I was like “How about i do it anyway” because that’s the kind of responsible person I am.

And this is how I enrolled myself in a very expensive preparatory Art school, that I’m fully paying. Because, yeah, my very traditional Albanian parents were not really thrilled by this decision at all (Uh.) Long story short, I’m not asking for a Paypal transaction or a gofundme page, but juuuust a tiny bit of support, so I can get pocket money from time to time would be glorious. S u p p o r t A r t i s t s. Because they spend 4, 5 to 6 hours per drawings for your fandoms, and they’re getting paid in p e a n u t s. I apologize in advance if I seem arrogant or too forward, but things need to be said. It is hell.

So, please reblog 💖 Thanks for reading ! 💖

spider crew

Me: powerful punk, demanding presence, ready to dismantle the hierarchy and smash fascists

Also me: soft, full of emotions, just a babey, ready to curl up in a blanket and watch Moomin or Steven Universe for a few hours

Also also me: Forest cryptid, bog creature, nasty alien, ready to disappear into the woods and become integrated into local folklore

Am I annoying? Yes

Do I give a fuck? Also yes I really am sorry about me all the time

So my therapist has been helping me get to grips with my ADHD, and also the concept that I’m not shit at being an adult, I just can’t do things the way everyone has always told me to do them. Like every single “organize your life” books have always left me wanting to cry with frustration, and after I got hold of a copy of Organizing Solutions for People with ADHD by Susan Pinsky I realized that was because they primarily focus on “aesthetic” over “function”. And the function of most standard “organize your life books” is to “make things look Show Home Perfect”.

So the standard “hide all your unsightly things by doing xyz” may look nice for the first week or so, but by the end of the week it’ll look like a tornado made of pure inhuman frustration ripped through the house as I try to find the fucking advil.

To give you an example of the kind of hell I’ve been fumbling my way through the last 20 odd years: dishes will be washed and left in the drying wrack but never put away. Which means I can’t wash more dishes, which means dishes pile up, which means I can’t make food, which means I don’t eat, which means my CFS gets worse, which means I don’t have the energy to put the dishes away, and so on so forth until I have a meltdown, cry to ETD (who also likely has ADHD but has never had it confirmed) about how I can’t cope with life, and then we fix it for a while, but inevitably end up back at square one within about a week.

Pinsky’s solution to this was “remove an obstacle between you and your goal, if that means taking all the doors off your kitchen cabinets to make things easier, so be it.”

And lemme tell you, fucking revolutionary.

Laundry never ends up in the hamper??? why???? is it a closed hamper??? Remove the lid. Throw it out the window. Clothes are now miraculously finding their way into the hamper??? Rejoice????

Mail ends up spread out over every available flat surface? Put a sorting station right where your mail arrives. Put a shredder or “junk” basket under it. Shred or dump the junk immediately. Realize you only actually have two real letters that need attention, feel less overwhelmed, pay your bills on time.

Like I’m not saying this book is miraculous, but it did help me realize that I was effectively torturing myself by trying to conform to certain ideals of “perfect house keeping”, and presenting a certain image rather than just allowing myself to live in my space as effectively as possible. And why? Why was I doing that? Cause people with different lives and capabilities are perceived as the norm? Fuck that. If this was a physical problem I wouldn’t be forcing myself to conform to an ableist standard, so why am I doing it with this?

My lived space will never look a certain way, and that’s okay. It will never look show home perfect, and that’s okay. It will likely always be cluttered and eclectic where nothing matches, and that’s okay. Sometimes I will have odd socks on because sorting them out required too much mental energy, and that’s okay. Actually fuck sorting socks, just buy all your socks in the same color. Problem solved. Boring sure, but also one less thing to do, which means more time to hyper fixate on fun things. Which really, what else is my life for if not to write screeds and screeds of vampire shit posts, I ask you.

Maomao is back!

(and Jinshi too I guess)

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