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It has been my dream to get into animation and I have been taking steps into making that happen! I absolutely love the way this looks in the wip stage!!

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I love these couple dynamics sheets.

The creator is on YouTube and her Channel Name is Scribble Mama. Her content is pretty cute.

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People don't understand they inflict pain on others or that others experience pain at all. They believe they understand but they don't.

The pain that radiates off your skin when you scrape your knee is akin to the other person's. They also experience. Those words you throw echo in their heads like the ones that echo in yours.

How many 'not my problem's will be uttered before we treat each other better? How many will die scared and alone? How many die without ever feeling genuine love ever touch their skin?

How many bugs will be crushed under shoes before you understand they experience the terrifying reality of being killed and smashed by a being much larger than themselves?

How many fingers do we all point and laugh with till we sit down and understand that person might go home and ask themselves why?

I step in or pick the grass and I realize a living being having an experience is being harmed by me. Suddenly I feel so small and insignificant. Everything is experiencing. And we're supposed to ignore that.

I stop in a crowd of people rushing by to save a single bug and life feels different. Yet, I am the one that seems to be considered ill for feeling this way. Maybe I don't want to be healthy.

I hate being human. It is far too easy to be praised for selfishness. To experience plenty and scoff and call it insignificant.

Sometimes I realize we feel bad because our souls are tugging at us to see the reality of the world and not the insistent bias we have been told as humans we are meant to believe.

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When you've been through the majority of your worst nightmares, survived and came through; you start think that you might be brave.

And when the sudden realization hits that happiness is your worst fear and it feels uncomfortable to sit with the realization you weren't as brave as you thought hits.

No, those bad things had become commonplace and had no way to scare you. The same way you might be less afraid of the dark the more you're made to sit in it as a child, in reality it is more of an acceptance. You're scared but this is just how it is.

When the dark fades away and you can see you have something worth holding in your life and in your heart, the fallacy of bravery falls away. No, you're more fragile than you want to believe.

And happiness feels like a gateway to hell. The bridge that seems to always collapse and drop you into a current of all of the worse things you can possibly imagine.

Yet I still ask myself. 'Why am I afraid of the soft appearance of my reflection when I feel whole? Why does being still in the sunshine listening to my favorite music make my skin crawl? Why do I pull away from kind sentiments and gentle touch?'

And the reflection answers back. 'You, my dear are afraid of losing something worth having. The one thing no one ever seemed to have given you a chance to hold for more than a moment before ripping it violently from your hands. A being of a life gone wrong in almost every instance yet still gives every piece they can offer to save others from the same fate.'

The thing I fought hard to have sits on the counter, but I leave it in fear somehow I'd drop it and move on with my day.

Maybe tomorrow.