My little brain attic.

28-year old Swedish American learning to love and be loved.

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We’re not beating this post

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Reddit post in r/superman

What is superman's "Kryptonite".

In literature, mythology and comic books heroes often often have a "kryptonite" or "Achilles's heel", basically a weakness that makes them vulnerable. I'm curious what fans here would consider to be Superman's "Kryptonite"?

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Remember when Narnia came out? In like 2005? And it's still some of the best CGI 20 years later?

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"alas" is a truly S tier english word. fantastic mouthfeel, makes me sound like a world-weary wizard, looks cool when written out. good job to whoever created this word.

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so glad this one resonated

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As I was painting today, this thought crossed my mind and was accompanied by a deep sense of satisfaction and joy. And that thought wasn’t connected to my painting, wasn’t even connected to my major.

 No, it was: “Imagine getting to meet with students regularly and just listen to them and help them to make sense of their lives.” 

Consistently as I have been finishing this degree in Studio Art, I haven’t felt led to pursuing it as a career. No, consistently in this stage of my life, the only times I have felt like I have found a calling is when I have sat across from a dear friend or an acquaintance and listened as they shared their hearts–and their struggles–with me. 

I can see myself doing that long, long into the future. 

It actively makes a positive difference in others’ lives. 

It gives me life.

And every week that passes, I become less and less interested in making art for a living, and more and more certain that I am meant to get a Masters of Divinity and become a spiritual director. 

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Well this is a fun read.

Sometimes the seeds of something end up being sown much earlier than you realize.

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Have you ever laughed your ass off when wrapping christmas presents?

I have.

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I went through my blog yesterday on a quest to make my more personal posts private (because, you know, they probably don't need to be public to anyone on the Internet, even on Tumblr, where most people in my life don't know I have a presence (shoutout to you special people who do)), and I was just struck by how much my life has changed and how different things are since I last shared about my life on here.

There's the external things that are different. Like the fact that I got my M.Div finally after five years this spring. And like the fact that I got married this summer to the most wonderful man I've ever known who really loves and cherishes me and whom it is my honor and privilege to love and cherish in return, for the rest of my life. There's the fact that I got a new job a few years ago now that I really enjoy, where I get to work with inspiring and wonderful believing people who support my work and empower me to do it well.

But it's the internal things that really stand out to me. Reading my old posts, so many of them were so full of hope and despair, sadness and longing and disappointment and excitement and panic, swinging on a pendulum from extreme high to extreme low with each potential love that never went anywhere. There's an extent to which that's just part of the human experience, and part of what romance is like when you're young. But mixed in was a lot of unresolved grief and pain.

And a lot of that unresolved grief and pain really has been healed these last few years. It turns out that love, true and healthy, doesn't leave you guessing. It doesn't seek to confuse you, and it doesn't lead you on. It seeks after you. It means what it says and says what it means. It isn't afraid to be known for what it is. It delights in you, treasures you, cherishes and defends and protects you. It supports and cheers you on. It gives of itself for your good and flourishing.

I'd long been told that God's love is like that, but these last few years I've really begun to experience it that way, and to recognize when I've embraced a counterfeit. These last two years with my husband, I've learned that good men really do exist who can image God's love to you in wonderfully moving and healing ways.

Cynicism is a disease of this age. It's easy to let our woundings and our disappointments and our rage harden us into cynics that no longer believe true love exists. But it does. My friends, don't give up on love; it has not given up on you. It will continue to run after you all the days of your life. All you have to do is turn around, and receive it.

This blog has been a wonderful haven of sharing ideas and laughter and experiences with friends and strangers. I'm glad to see this platform is so unchanged. I don't log in on here much anymore, but I'm thankful for the years of memories this place has recorded. If you're reading this, and were a part of my hey days on here, whether through my fandom screaming, my IB studying, my college angsting, and my seminary stressing: Thank you for being a part of it.

Cheers to further up and further in, beloved.

Laura

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bread <3

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A video analysis of the difference between Joule joining Kelvin and Kelvin joining Joule. 

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Girls will be undergoing three emotional crises at once and will come on here and blog like it's all chill

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STOP. moment of gratitude for those precious times of breathing from your nostrils when you don't have a stuffy nose

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When I arrive at the western front

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AIDKDJDS

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apparently i’m a millennial woman

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I mean, yeah, valid! but but but I also want to add on the fact that lotr AGGRESSIVELY rejects the “grimdark” and “gritty” settings that is so prevalent in fantasy (and also in general) right now, because I physically can not shut up about it

It is hope and love and compassion that saves each character individually, and because of that, the world. Frodo fails in the end, but his acts of compassion from earlier in the story save the day. And even as the world is saved, it is acknowledged that Frodo failed—without judgement, without blame. He fails, and he is still loved.

And like what can happen in the real world, he is still irrevocably changed by his trauma. But there is still hope—he has to leave, but he leaves with the promise of healing, and the promise that his ever-faithful Sam will follow.

Aragorn, Boromir, Frodo, Sam; each and every one of the characters are driven by their love of the people around them and their hope for the future. They cling to that love and hope throughout their trials, and that bears them through.

Of course people are watching it for comfort!!!! Lotr is eternally consistent in its promise, which Sam articulates so clearly in The Two Towers: “Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it’ll shine out the clearer.”

Things are dark and awful and terrible, but it will not be that way forever. That is the promise of LOTR. A promise of hope, and the reminder that it is love and compassion—for our friends, for our families, for the strangers we’ve never even met—that will save us in the end.

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LOTR was the last time anyone in Hollywood was blisteringly, truly genuine. The good guys were good and kind and noble and the movie creators understood that this didn’t make them boring, it made them bonkers-ass compelling and wonderful. No one winked at the camera at any point.