I hate how gullible I am in my dreams. Someone is like "bro remember, you're the prince of frosting mountain?" And I'm like I forgot yeah of course I am, I'm such a fucking idiot
do u think a really upset king was ever pouting on his throne when he heard the jingle jingle of his jester running towards him and cracked a lil smile cause he knew everything was gonna be alright
apophenia, the perception of meaningful patterns in unrelated data, is considered a symptom when it produces incorrect connections and genius when it produces correct ones, and the cognitive process running underneath both outcomes is identical, which means pattern recognition at high sensitivity is the same instrument that produced every scientific breakthrough and every conspiracy theory, and what separates them is not the cognitive style but the quality of the reality-testing protocol running alongside it
you have to believe me when i tell you that going out and experiencing life is really the best medicine for improving your art and writing and restoring your passion
when i get anxious for no reason i know it’s because my parallel in another dimension is engaging in a skirmish of some sort. i channel my energy in these moments to give him the fortitude to be victorious