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@barefootmudge
oh log weāre really in it now
who wanna be friends with drawbacks
the thing is, if your younger self was a bigot or an abuser, u can't make people forgive you. but you still gotta forgive yourself, like that's non-negotiable, dude. that happens before u can even ask the question of earning forgiveness from anyone lese
oops, in your attempt to martyr yourself out of respect for your victims you accidentally sabotaged your own ability to conceptualize yourself as anything but a perpetual evildoer who is always one bad day away from hurting everyone you love, all but guaranteeing history to repeat itself. rookie mistake
im gonna try explaining myself, cus im a gambling addict and im waiting for the day that it actually works.
"forgiveness" is personal, that's why I said in the post that you might inflict harm on people for which they can never forgive you, but that's their quest. if you abuse someone, you can't go no-contact with yourself. you actually keep living in your own head indefinitely, and ultimately you need to learn to live with yourself in order to continue living a full life without further harm. this is not necessarily an anti-carceral thought, although i am generally anti-carceral myself. I simply want people to like, fix their heart and atone for real with measured accountability & self love instead of dissociating, self-marking themselves forever and guaranteeing their recidivism.
You and a remorseful abuser would both think I'm giving the easy, coddling path. It's actually the tough pragmatic path in disguise.
The kinds of people who argue once you abuse somebody you can never, ever change and grow past it and stop being abusive are almost 100% of the time people who will contort themselves into intricate knots in an effort to justify any and all harm they cause to anyone else in order to make sure they never have to come to terms with the fact that they're equally capable of being abusive to others (and in a not insignificant number of instances I've seen people who do this be abusers themselves but they've convinced themselves their victims deserved it so they're still morally pure).
If youāve decided anyone whoās ever done wrong is irredeemable garbage always and forever, it gets a lot harder to admit when youāve done wrong.
You know that thing some adults do, where a kid comes to them for help because the kid fucked up and knows it and needs help to fix it, and in response the adult flips out and screams at them and punishes them? And the result is that kid never goes to them for help again, and also would rather die than admit they fucked up?
Sometimes, you are both the parent and the child in that scenario.
If you fuck up, and you reflect on what you did and know it was wrong, but then instead of working on a way to fix it you just berate and punish yourself forever, all youāre doing is training yourself to never reflect and never admit you were wrong.
Donāt fuckin do that, itās stupid.
There are legends of people born with the gift of making music so true it can pierce the veil between life and death. Conjuring spirits from the past and the future. In ancient Ireland, they were called FilĆdh. In Choctaw land, they call them Fire Keepers. And in West Africa, they're called Griots. This gift can bring healing to their communities but it also attracts evil. SINNERS ā§ (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler
dinking my oiter
Heterosexual relationship culture is so alien to me and I donāt know if itās the fact Iām not cishet or the fact Iām autistic but I hear so many things that make me go āAm I insane or are they?ā
Thereās a lot of hate on widowers and I saw a woman say āYou cannot compete with a dead woman.ā which is perhaps a reasonable statement to say if heās constantly comparing you to his dead partner but that wasnāt what the post was about. And I realized āOh my God, these people genuinely feel like theyāre constantly in competition with their spouseās exes and the ex being dead makes them feel insecure that they cannot best her.ā
Thereās also been an uptick in the āmen and women cannot be ājustā friendsā rhetoric which I feel like is extremely dangerous and reflects the rise of fascism and sexism. Some of these stories of women feeling threatened by their husbandās female best friend have some merit and others are like āI feel angry that my husband still talks to the girl he grew up next door to and she and her wife are invited to family gatherings and included in family photos sometimes. Am I right to be suspicious?ā No. No youāre not. I cannot imagine being you and living with that high level of stress and paranoia and constant torment and jealousy about your husband having a positive relationship with anyone who isnāt you.
okay look i know this isn't relevant to this post past the second paragraph but. here's the thing. the facts of the case are as follows:
1) I am widowed. my Beloved Wife of Blessed Memory(tm) died in 2019
2) I got together with my current partner about 18 months later
3) when I am committing acts of Foolishness my current partner loves to gesture at the sky to my dead wife, like "do you see this shit, my liege" and regularly says to me things like "[wife's name] was right about this" when my Foolishness inevitably comes back to bite me in the ass
4) this happens. all the time
more importantly:
5) my current partner is on tumblr
6) they love to incessantly send me posts
WHICH MEANS:
7) they just sent me this post with this commentary:
8) they really, really are ganging up on me with her. god help us if there's an afterlife and those two ever actually meet. "eternal rest" my ass, i will never know peace again
Amazing.
His partner is also like :
5 Tiny Writing Tips That Arenāt Talked About Enough (but work for me)
These are some lowkey underrated tips Iāve seen floating around writing communities ā the kind that donāt get flashy attention but seriously changed how I write.
1. Put āhe/she/theyā at the start of the sentence less often.
Try switching up your sentence rhythm. Instead of
āShe walked to the window,ā
try
āThe window creaked open under her touch.ā
Keeps it fresh and stops the paragraph from sounding like a checklist.
2. Donāt describe everything ā describe what matters.
Instead of listing every detail in a room, pick 2ā3 objects that say something.
āA half-drunk mug of tea and a knife on the tableā
sets a way stronger tone than
āThere was a wooden table, two chairs, and a shelf.ā
3. Use beats instead of dialogue tags sometimes.
Instead of:
"I'm fine," she said.
Try:
"I'm fine." She wiped her hands on her skirt.
It helps shows emotion, and movement.
4. Write your first draft like no one will ever read it.
No pressure. No perfection. Just vibes. The point of draft one is to exist. Let it be messy and weird ā future you will thank you for at least something to edit.
5. When stuck, ask: āWhatās the most fun thing that could happen next?ā
Not logical. Not realistic. FUN. It doesnāt have to stay ā but chasing excitement can blast through writerās block and give you ideas you actually want to write.
Whatās a tip that unexpectedly helped with your writing? Let me know!! š
writing isnāt hard itās just emotionally devastating and time-consuming and requires full body possession by an idea
Surpass Kid
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Forever caught in
the undertow of childhood,
I have spent most
of my life circling myself
while reaching down for
my own outstretched hand.
i'm not usually jealous of binary trans people but life would be a lot easier if my transition goals were something like jesse pinkman or ramona flowers instead of my actual dream of being an amorphous shapeshifting pile of toxic sludge (sexy version)
anxiety will have you thinking things like "will everyone hate me if i order coffee at the coffee shop" and "will people think i'm crazy if i work out at the gym"
I cannot wait to get back to dayshift
hey can you guys keep an eye on my red explosive barrels while i go take a nap
do NOT smoke weed beside them
Ever just think about a certain period of your life and end up saying "what the fuck was that?"
don't worry, some of the best people i know also scroll for hours on end
oopsie, I tiptoed through old memories and now my soul aches a little