Kabbalistic Behavioral Therapy — its possible to personally dislike or fear a...

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petz5
bromantically

its possible to personally dislike or fear a creature w out demonizing it. u can be afraid of and annoyed by animals like snakes and mosquitos and roaches and rats etc w out treating them like theyre inherently evil or out to get u. theyre just animals. we're just animals. whether u like it or not they live here with us and its honestly really weird that theres such a pervasive deep rooted habit of anthropomorphizing these animals just to say theyre malicious and actively trying to cause harm

bromantically

like idk man i just dont think its normal or healthy to look at animals exhibiting their natural behaviors and assume its being done solely to target u. thats just some little beast dude it doesnt know shit. it just knows it needs to defend itself and survive and sometimes that means the paths u cross will be unpleasant, thats literally just how shit works. learn to tolerate and coexist with the creatures u fear and i promise the existence of these animals wont be as scary

constructarcanist

We should kill mosquitoes more

bromantically

sorry can u repeat that? i couldnt hear u over me fucking ur mom so hard the neighbors file a noise complaint

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[Image ID: Twelve-panel pen and ink comic. In the first panel, a hairy dyke sweats and blushes in embarrassment as they lift weights at the gym while bystanders glare at them in disgust.

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thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.

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this is not a sad post!!!! this is a celebration!!!!! art is part of the human condition!!!!!!! we were born to create and share!!!!!!!!!!!

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two of my favorite pieces of art that I own are a pair of still lifes of flowers, one of lilac and one of hydrangea, that were signed but not by any known artist.

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(this is a terrible picture from several moves ago but i don’t have a better one rn)

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