Rhiddles' riddles

Crosswalk On Lexington Avenue
6”x8” oil

just realized how guilty and ashamed i feell at being a fawner and my existence feels disgusting

boy i am not equipped to handle my bpd alone this is awful i didnt miss this at all everything feels like the end of the world, like im melting and unable to do anything but let it happen

A digital illustration of a yellow canine with pink and blue stripe markings, named Tobii, smiling wide and showing of his pointy teeth. He has one hand up in a clawing motion and spiral eyes. The background consists of his pelt colors with swirls and wave patterns.

SATURATED WAVES 😵‍💫
for @roggee.bsky.social
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destroy me

love💖

𝔖𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 ♱

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*MY PAW IS HELD*
THANK YOU... sobbing crying i really appreciate it :')))) i tryinggg hnngngg

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YUPPPP. words have meaning and power and that's probably why people with more privilege and power than others want to covince everyone otherwise

the curse of wanting to feel seen, but being untrusting and fearful of others

Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?

🎨 by the incredible @garoline.bsky.social

me posting about my personal life on here and then immediately wanting go nuke my entire account

damn i wish i was bored

guys chiitan liked my first post... hi chiitan thank you for seeing me

ouughh i need therapy my god. im gonna contact the one i found last night. it says she specializes in personality disorders, especially BPD, so im hopeful. i feel like if I don't get help processing all these years of suppressed emotions im gonna continue to break harder and harder as time goes on

like i could probably supplement a lot of what im missing with online friendships but talking to people online makes me fatigued and anxious and i already spend 5-8 hrs on the computer for work so the last thing i wanna do is be online MORE. screens are so exhausting man

anyways i wish that i felt safer online, but ever since like 2022 ive had such a hard time being myself and making friends online. i used to ONLY be able to make friends online. and now i just dont trust anyone and i feel like i cant seperate myself from my business and it's so fcking stressful

so you'd never be able to tell. whereas in the US you can just tell by the way someone dresses or looks a lot of the time if they're queer or a furry, so it's so much easier to go up to a stranger and instantly have something to connect over.

everything is always a grass is greener situation and i actually really don't like Seattle and know I'd be super unhappy there lol. but just thinking of how easy it is to meet random furries in the US, and in Portugal it's like, furry, queer, or anyone outside the box still LOOKS "normie",

there's an alternate universe where instead of leaving Washington, i just moved up to Seattle and got close with the Seattle furs. the community in the PNW must be so damn good dude. shame i never got to experience it even though im from WA. i just want to be around other trans animals

Portugal is very small and spread out and there is no actual convention within the country. and to be honest i feel very anxious to be on "good behaviour" around PT furries because it doesn't seem like taboo kinks like feral is welcome. i just never feel safe enough to totally be myself.

feeling a little better this morning but still just sad. i want to be able to easily travel to conventions in my little honda fit. that dream was ripped from me not once, but twice, and while im gonna attempt to dip my toes into local art markets this summer, it's not the same. the furry scene in

huge solidarity with your mom🤝 the loneliness and always being the outsider and not fully being able to understand or communicate because youre not fluent in the native tongue takes so much energy away.

thank you sm💛 to me it was a necessary act of survival, i didnt think much of it in the beginning... i just thought, whatever problems i face, i'll worry about when i get to it, but right now i just need to escape and survive. this kind of loneliness wasn't something i'd considered, honestly.

i dont fucking belong!!! savannah was the first place that fucking fellt like home and it was ripped from me and i cant go back. porto feels like it should be home but i feel like such a fucking alien everywhere i go

a chance at survival and my country is fucking killing so many people and i cant see my family and nobody here understands what im going through and im so homesick for a country that couldnt care less if i lived or not. it hurts so fucking bad its like a dagger in my chesf dragged down to my gut

my previous therapist saved my life and her lessons have helped me every single day, but now i feel like im too damaged. and i know i felt that way before too but this time its not just "i have a personality disorder" but i am traumatized because i had to leave everything behind so that i could have

im a fucking alien here. nobody gets me. nobody here but my family understands the layers and layers of context and trauma that make me feell the things i feel. i was looking for therapists tonight and got this overwhelming feeling that nothing could make me feel better