ota for a couple of adopts
Posted a month agoYou know... Id gave away these characters for art of my furrycat!^^ Let me know if youre interested!!!:333
ota https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62267220/ ota https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62267135/ ota https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62266902/ ota https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62267676/ ota https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62269460/ ota https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62267001/ https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62266834/ https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62267617/
ota https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62267220/ ota https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62267135/ ota https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62266902/ ota https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62267676/ ota https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62269460/ ota https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62267001/ https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62266834/ https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62267617/
moment of weakness (crying)
Posted a month agoYou know, I consider this site my main page, maybe I'll start a Twitter account and be more active there, but for now I'm not even ready to create an account lol. I'm a survivor. My whole life, something has been trying to kill me: circumstances, my own decisions, accidents, PEOPLE HAHA. But I like life, I want to create, make art, I love my three cats very much, and every time, even at death's door, I think that no one can take care of them better than me, I should stay here for at least another twenty years. But this fucking war took away a normal future from many people, and mine too, damn it. I've been afraid of this since childhood. And you know what else I've been afraid of since childhood... cancer. And now I have a suspicion of a cyst/cancer on one of my breasts. Fuck. And also because of my mother's experience... I was afraid of getting into debt. And now I'm 22 years old and my husband and I are in debt 3 million rubles. JUST FUCK BECAUSE WHEN WE DECIDED TO GO INTO BUSINESS, THE WAR BEGAN, and it was from our sales outlet that most people left the country altogether. I was working, I constantly saw someone with luggage, even regular customers. Then, because of all the stress, damn, we went crazy and couldn't work. I was dying... and my boyfriend was in a mental hospital lol. Then we tried to work. In the end, my boyfriend got fired, and it turns out I'm socially disabled. Now we survive on small savings, and it's driving me crazy. My mom agreed to help us by selling our apartment, buying a new one, but cheaper, and using the rest of the money to pay off our debts. Sounds cool? YES, BUT WHILE THIS IS HAPPENING... something is being resolved, etc. THE DEBTS ARE GROWING AND IT APPEARS THE REMAINING MONEY WON'T BE ENOUGH TO PAY OFF THEM. What about my sore chest? APPOINTMENTS WITH THE DOCTORS I NEED ARE LITERALLY IN A MONTH. You know, I'm having a crush on Little Misfortune and Fran Bow. We have similar styles, appearances, and even historically, we have some overlap. MY PSYCHOSIS TELLS ME - THESE GAMES ARE THE LORE OF YOUR LIFE. OF YOUR END. The end of my story... But. My schizo theory has caught a bit of a positive vibe. After all, these games are having a sequel, which means... there will be a continuation of my life too... I hope... even if it's difficult, there will be a good continuation. I hope that in a month. Somewhere around the end of October, at least some of these problems will disappear. I'll look at this text, feeling relieved that I'm no longer in such a mess. But while I'm here, I'm scared. I hope there will be a new magazine, where everything is good. Sorry.
It's just that everything points to me dying. Right here and now. But I love life so much. I adore nature, its smell. I love artists, musicians, I want to continue following them, to be in the moment with them. I want to do something for animals. Give them a home where they will be safe... I have so much more to do... I'm so scared that this will not happen.
It's just that everything points to me dying. Right here and now. But I love life so much. I adore nature, its smell. I love artists, musicians, I want to continue following them, to be in the moment with them. I want to do something for animals. Give them a home where they will be safe... I have so much more to do... I'm so scared that this will not happen.
I started an Instagram
Posted a month agoI finally got access to FOvRBIpDDEnN and can sit on Instagram (I have long dreamed of keeping an archive there)
I will post everything there! My art, my thoughts, my photos, walks... this will be my BASE my HOME
plaksapisya https://www.instagram.com/plaksapis.....g1eDU1NHNsNGUx mememememem
Now I will start active there
*for now I still have to buy a foreign number rolls his eyes) it will take some time
I will post everything there! My art, my thoughts, my photos, walks... this will be my BASE my HOME
plaksapisya https://www.instagram.com/plaksapis.....g1eDU1NHNsNGUx mememememem
Now I will start active there
*for now I still have to buy a foreign number rolls his eyes) it will take some time
lottery results
Posted 2 months ago
randomizer came up with numbers 5 and 1 =
2ManyStripes and schizo 
And yes, there are two winners because during the lottery there were already 160 observers, the conditions said that if this happens I will add a second place
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATION AND FOR BEING WITH ME. STAY STRONG I LOVE YOU
And also, guys, whose number did not come up this time, do not be upset! I will hold an art lottery for another 333 observers 554 and for 666 subscribers there will be an animation lottery! These are the plans!:)

what happened to me...
Posted 4 months agohttps://www.furaffinity.net/view/61387515/
you may remember me from these accounts
vomitshit
1R1SKA they are no longer relevant
I don't even know where to begin. Debt, depression, war, flashbacks from the past. All of this led to months of isolation. Ha-ha, the business failed... leaving me with a horrific amount of debt. I lost my love for my creative work. I wanted to escape the nightmarish memories, nothing helped except maybe myself. Forgive me for worrying you. I was convinced I was unwanted, that my life was doomed. I tried to kill myself with gas, and not only that... twice I was clinically dead. After surviving, I was devastated, did nothing, wanted nothing, and the debts grew and continue to grow. Surprisingly, in isolation… I found a kind of peace. I fed birds and animals, only talking to them. I told them how hard it was to live after being repeatedly raped… by my own grandfather. For twenty years I've lived with this nightmare; it doesn't even leave me in my sleep. I confessed this to others and to myself, and people turned away. It broke me. I lost faith in kindness, I lost faith in people. It turns out, several people missed me, cried… suffered. Forgive me. I probably needed more feedback; I didn't know that… my survival mattered to anyone. Now I know. I want to live. I'm trying to work and pay off my debts. I've realized how I want to create – for myself, not to please others. I've realized that I'm drawn to creativity. I no longer want to demand too much of myself. I'm grateful that I'm here, having survived all this and still remaining human. I'm not without fault; I'm very quick-tempered and often succumb to emotional outbursts. But I'm trying to be better. Forgive everyone I've let down. There was simply no other way. But now I'm determined. I want to leave my story to the world. I want to start making my own designer clothes, paint pictures on canvases, build a mega-cozy cat shelter. I FUCKING WANT TO LIVE THIS LIFE, NO MATTER HOW DIFFICULT IT IS.
missed you guys, forgive me and accept me… please.
my telegram channel with my pets https://t.me/g00dc1t
my art telegram channel (russian) https://t.me/plaksapisya
coming soon twitter
my https://boosty.to/plaksapisya
vomitshit
1R1SKA they are no longer relevant
I don't even know where to begin. Debt, depression, war, flashbacks from the past. All of this led to months of isolation. Ha-ha, the business failed... leaving me with a horrific amount of debt. I lost my love for my creative work. I wanted to escape the nightmarish memories, nothing helped except maybe myself. Forgive me for worrying you. I was convinced I was unwanted, that my life was doomed. I tried to kill myself with gas, and not only that... twice I was clinically dead. After surviving, I was devastated, did nothing, wanted nothing, and the debts grew and continue to grow. Surprisingly, in isolation… I found a kind of peace. I fed birds and animals, only talking to them. I told them how hard it was to live after being repeatedly raped… by my own grandfather. For twenty years I've lived with this nightmare; it doesn't even leave me in my sleep. I confessed this to others and to myself, and people turned away. It broke me. I lost faith in kindness, I lost faith in people. It turns out, several people missed me, cried… suffered. Forgive me. I probably needed more feedback; I didn't know that… my survival mattered to anyone. Now I know. I want to live. I'm trying to work and pay off my debts. I've realized how I want to create – for myself, not to please others. I've realized that I'm drawn to creativity. I no longer want to demand too much of myself. I'm grateful that I'm here, having survived all this and still remaining human. I'm not without fault; I'm very quick-tempered and often succumb to emotional outbursts. But I'm trying to be better. Forgive everyone I've let down. There was simply no other way. But now I'm determined. I want to leave my story to the world. I want to start making my own designer clothes, paint pictures on canvases, build a mega-cozy cat shelter. I FUCKING WANT TO LIVE THIS LIFE, NO MATTER HOW DIFFICULT IT IS.
missed you guys, forgive me and accept me… please.
my telegram channel with my pets https://t.me/g00dc1t
my art telegram channel (russian) https://t.me/plaksapisya
coming soon twitter
my https://boosty.to/plaksapisya
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