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The Rice Cooker Journal by Maeve Welcome to The Rice Cooker Journal! Run by a chaotic disabled bisexual—take a looksy at my art and writings fueled by caffeine, rice, and whimsy. 🍚✨

This generational curse of resilience ends with me.
19/06/2026

This generational curse of resilience ends with me.

𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗠𝘆 𝗧𝘆𝗽𝗲"We’ve been best friends since elementary. There's lots of things about her that would take a 600-page trilog...
19/06/2026

𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗠𝘆 𝗧𝘆𝗽𝗲

"We’ve been best friends since elementary. There's lots of things about her that would take a 600-page trilogy to fully describe her quirks and uniqueness. For one, I notice how she looks at everything with starlit eyes. She seems to see everything in vibrant colors and is always excited about everything and anything under the sun. Her long hair always in a mess 'cause she couldn't be bothered to brush it "It will get blown by the wind anyway!" Not a single care of what anyone says.

One time, she brought me to a cafe 10 kilometers away because there were cats living inside. Ended up bringing home a trash goblin disguised as an orange kitten, as she told me that he was meant to be good luck—much to my parents' dismay. Trash Goblin is now a beloved member of the family. Today, she pulled me out of a club meeting to catch a toad with a clover-shaped spot on its back... "

Read the whole story in the link in my bio! 🏳️‍🌈

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💐 Family Portrait 💐worked 13 hrs on this 🥲Likes and shares appreciated!
19/06/2026

💐 Family Portrait 💐

worked 13 hrs on this 🥲
Likes and shares appreciated!

I made something 👔Main color for this piece: 💜 🩷
18/06/2026

I made something 👔

Main color for this piece: 💜 🩷

Crumbs (6/15/2026)I almost forgot how you looked like. I guess blocking isn't enough to fully cut you out of my life.The...
15/06/2026

Crumbs (6/15/2026)

I almost forgot how you looked like. I guess blocking isn't enough to fully cut you out of my life.
There are still crumbs of your existence manifested in social media stories, FB memories, and accidentally scrolling back a bit too far.

Crumbs... Large enough to choke.

Choking on memories of when things were too good to be true.
Choking on the intrusive line of thinking, drowning me in thoughts telling me that I've done something to deserve all this pain that resulted from your actions—whether it was intentional or not.
Choking hard enough to lose oxygen and fail to breathe as I spiral into a panic attack. Disoriented.

I thought I got over what you did.

That I'm done with questions to which my brain keeps me awake answering.
That I finally forgot the sound of your voice confirming all my insecurities.

And yet, I'm here, with the shell of a person you left more broken than when you found them; still trying to justify what you did—because of course it was my fault. It has to be.

That's what's usual. Familiar. Comfortable.
What was ingrained in my bones.
Chiseled into my psyche.

The sound of your voice still haunts me, loud enough for my ears to ring in pain...

How ironic that you've been included in my roster of hallucinations. My team of psychosis.

God I wish these antipsychotics work.

[[journaling, prose, watercolor markers]]

Cherry Roses (2026) 🍒🌹🩷🤎
31/05/2026

Cherry Roses (2026) 🍒🌹🩷🤎

Pretty happy with the coloring on this one 😸🩵💙💜😸On to the next sketch!
31/05/2026

Pretty happy with the coloring on this one 😸🩵💙💜😸

On to the next sketch!

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