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@beckacolins23
Today I called emergencies, more so, that line the one where they want not to kill yourself, it didn't work I may fear that someday I will be brave and stupid enough to kill myself, God please take me away.
Does it mean I still want to do something more?
It didn't seem like that, I felt wrong searching for help...
Mother forgive me
I won't get over it.
I said as I thought how I am so used to the fact that I numb myself just to endure the pain,
How heavy is that now my sadness is pain in may hands.
Because I can't get over that I can't tell anybody how I feel, because they will end up looking at me with pity and disgust.
I know because that already happened.
I won't get over it because I can't remember the half of me.
I won't do it, because I can't get aroused without feeling guilty.
Like I'm not supposed to... Like if I allow myself to feel like I'm committing a crime.
Because I can't orgasm without that strange itch on my eye, I know I'm about to cry.
Because I'm still thinking about those days even if I hate them with every single part of me.
Because I can't cry without blocking my own emotions.
Because I know I'm broken without a chance of repairing myself.
Please let me die...
Today u felt something while I was hearing a song, I felt one of those memories that I know I lost, I felt my stomach hurt as my own body felt those times, my mundo has a long hall between my body and what I suppose to know but that's okay, I'm fine not knowing "why" I can remember hearing it for first time, maybe my mind knows better. I don't know why I lost so much.
I want to be able to cry myself, like I never allow myself... I never allow myself to admit, that I really wanted a father not an abuser, but with the truth of my emotions and the rawness that comes with it, the envy that consumed my guts when I saw some child being happy when to me my father meant chains and pain, his filthy hands tracing paths on my body that will never disappear but, who am I without his filthy hand and all the trauma?... Am I more creative or more insecure?, am I really aware of everything or is it just him again? He and his filthy hands, I really wanted a Dad, someone I could come back, instead of that I had a name I won't change because my grandma also loves it, he also gave me nightmares I couldn't escape, a brain that doesn't work and a life everyone tells me I should live but sometimes I'm just a body being touched over and over and over again by those filthy hands, he stole from me my own me, my body, the will of keep doing something, because no mater what, how or the years I'm still capable of remember his voice, his hands and what I may not be able to have just for me...
Sorry
Depressing but somewhat plausible theory for any modern zombie apocalypse show that simply refuses to just call them "zombies":
Early on during the pandemic, various media corporations tried their best to cover up what was happening, and anything mentioning the word "zombie" got shadowbanned, so a mountain of euphenisms came up instead because everyone knows what you're talking about when making a post complaining about how you'd really need to go get groceries but your neighbours have ~*forgotten their manners*~ and are blocking the door.
And anyone born after the fall - or who was simply too young to remember at the time - has no knowledge of why every group seems to have a different name for the zeds, walkers, the dead, strangers, infected, visitors, etc.
I can't get over for the fact I'm clueless in a world that needs you to be adapted and clever, I just don't have a clue, I don't have control over my own pain, I can't help but hit myself out of rage and pain, I know sounds immature, but I'm clueless in my pain about any other thing to do, I can help but being annoying, and I hate it clueless and stupid enough to be that awful and awkward company.
Sorry for being so clueless and awful.
I have always been the same... No wonder why I have no friends, well now I have a couple, I'm terrified about being annoying enough to be alone, I hate sometimes I can't feel anything but sometimes I also want a hug that hard that fuse my skin onto yours... I'm still sorry
My body is not entirely mine...
It belongs to my disability and now I get it.
I used to put so much effort onto getting stronger just because I wanted to being able to move, now it's been four days and my ribs hurt towards my own lungs, and I can't breathe.
My bones seems to hurt just because they exist and I know I cannot help myself, and I get it now that even my phone is heavy in my hands.
Please let me live normally a little more.
I took the shoot after you and I would do it over and over again the thing is sometimes I deeply want there is no shoot to be taken.
Today I was watching pictures of myself from when I was a teenager and time does pass, almost seven years ago I was reckless and depressed, thinking of how I could end my life, today life is still hard, my grandma has cancer, I haven't seen my brother in almost two years but I'm still here.
Now with true friends and the love of my life, seven years older...
And I can't help but wonder: what kind of nostalgia I would give to my older self?
fucks me up that by total coincidence the sun and moon's size difference is exactly matched to their difference in distance from us, thus making our beautiful total solar eclipses where you can see the silver threads of the sun's corona possible because the moon just covers the sun completely
The stars (literally) aligned just right for this experience to be possible. It's likely that aliens don't have this
The moon is also absolutely gargantuan by moon standards. It isn't the largest moon in the solar system, but it is BY FAR the largest in comparison with its planet. Ganymede is the largest satellite of Jupiter and the largest moon in the solar system. Its diameter is only about 3.8% of Jupiter's. Titan's radius is 4.4% of Saturn's. Callisto and Io are the next largest in the neighborhood, with 3.4% and 2.6% the diameter of Jupiter respectively.
Our moon is number 5. It is smaller in direct comparison to the above moons. The diameter of the moon is 3475 km. That is a full 27% of the diameter of the Earth. More than a quarter. That's ridiculous. It's unheard of. The universe is large enough that the word unique probably doesn't mean a lot, but this might be about as close as you get.
This has had a huge impact on our planet. Other things aliens might not have are significant tides. One of Mars's dumpy little potatoes wouldn't be able to move oceans the way our moon does.
Our moon has also stabilized our axis to a massive degree. Without her up there our axis would wobble all over the place and our climate would be far more chaotic. Aliens might not be quite so lucky.
I guess what I am really trying to say is that the moon is extremely cool. I like the moon.
Just want to add that the reason we have such a large moon is because a whole planet crashed into proto-Earth. Theia (the planet) and Earth got so superheated by this collision that their component cores fused and the impact jettisoned a lot of material into space. That massive amount of jettisoned material became our moon. So Earth and the moon have very similar composition. This does not seem to be a common method of lunar formation.
what if the answer to the fermi paradox is that life cant exist without a moon like luna
I got a serious beef with the Fermi paradox. There is no Fermi paradox. There stopped being a Fermi paradox once the first radio telescopes went up, and we began to get a true sense of the sheer scale of the universe.
Space is big, empty, and loud. Sunspots can cause enough interference to affect global communications. We’re not even loud enough to talk over our own sun. On our own planet. We can barely communicate with Voyager, and we know exactly where it is and what its signal sounds like.
The Fermi paradox is like doubting the existence of Belfast, because you stood on a windy New York beach shouting towards it and didn’t get an answer.
i didn't realise we were drowned out by our own sun :(
She is screaming so loud
We were born in the same womb, I was the first to be born and the first to leave but I left the half of my heart with both of you. Life is as ironic as it is, made me gather with you when you were about to leave but it wasn't your time, now I know how you felt, maybe not, you weren't capable of remembering me, but I am.
I miss your smile.
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Was looking for this information just yesterday. Thanks so much.
Y’all I could have used this so many times before oh my good god
I just had a phycology proyect about community and it's problems, so I choose what's best and it's fanfic community.
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Look me in the eyes,
and tell me you need me.
I wonder if you still do.
Tell me you belong to me
and that you’ll never have to go.
Tell me you’ll choose me—
it’s hypocrisy, I know.
I left you in that cracked house,
left you with a space to fill,
a weight I couldn’t carry anymore,
and I expected you to hold it.
Tell me you still want a hug,
like when we were little.
You know—
I miss mom too.
Do you remember that time—with the jewellery?
We fought over it,
and I broke it.
I was so jealous.
Now I want to buy you the same one,
but it’s harder to find.
I think that’s just how it is.
I miss every moment of our childhood.
I wonder if someday
I’ll feel the same regret
when I look into his face.
Naturally,
I will regret everything in my life.
I am the oldest sister—
which makes me the one
who makes the mistakes first.
Please,
if you ever meet my other self,
don’t let me walk away.
Do you resent me?
You missed my birthdays, and I missed yours too.
I thought we would be the same forever,
but now we’re in our twenties.
I moved away early,
and my jokes about wanting to come back
are only half jokes.
I used to hate your sweetness—
the way you messed around,
how loud you were.
Now half of that sparkling being is gone,
and I regret being so bitter.
Now we are gone.
And I’m still stuck
in that time.
