Thegs

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He/him, ace, aro, agender | 34 | Fursuiter, plant lover, book reader, rock collector | MD, USA | I'm over 18 and you should be too

It's happened againnnnn my poor old dog is going back to the vet for gut troubles. It's expensive and we're in the middle of moving house at the same time SO! I'm open for comms again :D Coloured sketches! Any size, starting at $20 All species welcome! Render level may vary c:

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The competing desires of, "since I have a day off, I should work on mead," and, "since I have a day off, I should relax as much as I can and not work on mead"

Heartbreaking: The hottest NSFW idea ever, that would make you cum so hard you spontaneously achieve enlightenment, is trapped in the mind of an artist too shy to draw or even ever mention it

Discomfort is an essential part of growth and wouldn’t it be so embarrassing to be the exact same person thirty years from now, in a totally different world, because you were so averse to discomfort?

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Once you start noticing how the incapacity to handle discomfort affects how people live their lives it's actually pretty shocking how it ruins pretty much every conceivable aspect of existence. Interpersonal relationships, romantic and platonic. Career and education opportunities. Your politics Your willingness to go anywhere. The kind of food you eat. The kind of art you expose yourself to and your ability to read it. It's never just one thing, it touches everything, and once you notice it it's like suddenly being able to see germs or something. Just this horrific catastrophe people look at you askance for screaming about. As I grow older and see what became of my friends and peers who could not learn to handle discomfort, the more I'm like. This is a genuine societal issue
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Increasing my discomfort tolerance has also been one of the greatest assets to improving my mental health.

"Dangerous Freedom" 7"x10.5" Acrylic, conte crayon, spray paint, and paint pen on reclaimed wood Sure, you can buy the land. Sure, you can fence it off. It's your land; you're told you can do whatever you want with it. But the flipside is that now the land can do whatever it wants to you, too.

In steely, purply blue and smoke-white, a red-orange arm reaches from a forest fire and lays its hand on the shoulder of a terrified anthropomorphic horse figure, pupil-less and frozen in the consequences of their actions