🌟Howdy!🌟 ☆*: .。. *☆:.。. I'm Patri. I draw stuff sometimes...but I mostly just rb art I like.-21 y/o -Spain -She/They -Robot girl who is just some guyInstagram: @daydreamycrustacean (rarely active)
The more logical question would be if I'm sleeping at all. But yes, I do.
I don't usually dream. But I'm dreaming something that looks like a dream.
My gloves are off. A plain oak coffin. Crows overhead.
And buttons. Those damn buttons.
But what's even scarier is that in all the dreams, the angel of death is defeated.
thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
having an oc you havent drawn / written about publicly yet that only exist as a concept is so funny. i have special access to this limited edition guy from my brain