#I'm schrodinger's cat

[amisonist]

schrodinger's cat except it's a catgirl who's also sometimes a doggirl and sometimes a foxgirl

that's it that's the post

[bibiana112]

It's always "Is the cat in the box dead?" "Is the cat in the box alive?" and never "How was the catbox? Was the catbox fun?"

[multigenderswag]

I think the monomultigender thing for me is less that I have one big gender composed of multiple other genders, and more that I have one definite gender and one sort of Schrodinger's gender. Is the Schrodinger's gender a second gender? Yes. Is it the exact same gender as the first gender? Also yes.

[turoce]

thank you to divorced people for finally bringing back my motivation to draw again

[tophaaa]

omg guys they vloned the thought experiment (slightsmile)

[lesbianwyllravengard]

I really do feel like I have a Schrödinger's cat of a gender. Like I am simultaneously every and no gender until someone perceives me and then I have to pick one state of being, with the thing in the box being presentation and pronouns.

[ask-the-all-consuming-void]

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The tremors have stopped.

The shattered world.... It has.... stabilized....?

Are its pieces whole again....? Or have they grown used to existence apart....? I cannot tell.... not from here.

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Something is approaching the void. No—five somethings.

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....They have drifted out of reach.

Hm.

[strawberriesinmoominvalley]

anyway i think we as people need to become more comfortable with others identifying in conflicting ways. or just having any mildly conflicting traits. it is implicit in the nature of us as humans.

my actions are significant because they impact others. my actions are insignificant because we live in a massive universe where i don't matter. if human life in itself resides within being simultaneously significant/insignificant then it's no surprise we contain multitudes

[the-physicality]

look at what happens when you put someone in the slot for rebounds on frankel

[temsikfates]

@postmouse started following!

Sissel had just lifted his head a bit when he noticed some movement close by. Was it a little mouse? The black feline shifted his ears curiously, but didn't bother to chase after the creature. He wasn't alive anymore to chase after mice.

“Hey, you don't need to hide from me. I'm not going to harm you.” Surely, the other animal wouldn't trust anything coming from a natural predator, but Sissel was being totally honest.

[thesaltyace]

I'm stitching a large outline of the USA (about 12x16 inches) that I intend to mount onto a canvas frame as a place for us to put the cool pins we get when we visit a new place.

And I finally finished stitching the state outlines tonight! Time to move on to the outline around the edges of the map. I thought I was going to do black for the outline but now I'm considering a dark gray instead. The inner outlines are a very pale blue gray, so I think dark gray for the main outline would be prettier than stark black.

After this I hope to do some fun cross stitches. I still need to mount the last one I finished. Mounting the finished pieces is the fucking worst lollll

[xofemeraldstars]

hmmm wait do we know if the empty exists outside of time?? 🤔🤔🤔🤔

[cantarella]

maybe kaveh is having a hu tao moment where he was supposed to be a 4* but slays so hard mhy decided to make more money out of him and that's why he's in their basement <- delusional

[bloodyproudpotterhead]

The Schrodinger of Hope

All this time, I treat and look at hope as a black-and-white being It’s either going to shine light into my life, Or bringing dark clouds within me.  As painful as it can be, there is always an absolute clarity to it, and it puts a finality to my gloomy seasons. These past few months, my view was challenged greatly. I was faced with a situation where I had to reassess My emotion, my internal system, my outlook on hope. It gave me an itch that I can’t seem to scratch, Like a rash that I can’t seem to get rid of and just have to live with. Sometimes, hope lingers.  It stays, persists, and eventually wins. Sometimes, hope is peeking from behind the wall at the corner of the street. Waiting for the right moment to surprise you, or hurt you. Sometimes, hope soars with the promise of lights and bangs,  Then dies down with a whimper as fast as it explodes. Sometimes, hope vanishes like the ghost of a phantom lover, Leaving no trace nor evidence that it once was even there. All of this can happen in a matter of seconds, or decades. So, I have decided to accept that hope is many things, But two-dimensional is not among them. Rather, it’s a Schrodinger gift, a Pandora box. One that can be taken from you as much as it is given to you.

— written late at night, when hope is at its most shapeshifting form

[mechieonu]

everyday i think I've recovered from michaelben and then chapters 78-79 of AFLH break into my house with a steel crowbar