
if i look back, i am lost

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sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me
holy shit is that kate bush
After an emotional winter
I try to remember what it is to be me again.
I feel her, screaming through the cage of my ribs, echoing in the chambers of my heart.
A lethargy has our body, layer by layer I remember how to be me again.
How to be me without you.
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@moethh don't hide this in the tags
“Cats don’t actually love you”
A cat is a small creature in the middle of the food chain that is fully aware that you are a very large thing that could stomp its head in at any moment and yet it chooses to rest its tiny little head on your leg for a nap and spreads out on the floor near you exposing its belly and its most sensitive organs. It brings dead mice and bugs to you to share food.
Don’t you get it? This tiny thing trusts you. It wants to help you too. It licks your leg thinking that it’s helping. It kneads on you to find comfort. It shares its body warmth with you in the cold and gives you your space in the heat. It hisses at other mammals it sees outside including other cats in an effort to protect its family.
Cats love you so so much. But they will keep trying to eat plastic.
First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die
How you dying 👀
lost in those eyes! ❤️👁️
you can always tell when hua cheng sees his precious beloved.. i love drawing his gaze at xie lian so much i do it all the time lmao
I firmly believe Hualian aren’t soulmates in the traditional sense of the word. They weren’t directed by some deterministic divine power to be pushed into each other’s arms, they weren’t fated by the heavens, their souls werent “made” for each other
They crawled to each other half-corpses matted with blood. They changed the course of fate for each other. They fought with fate, teeth clinking and bones torn, until their hearts could be made one. They sewed their own red string of fate if the earth refused to do so
When Xie lian saved Hong-er, he didn’t do it because of fate. When Hua Cheng spent 800 years searching for a scorned god, it wasn’t fate that made him do it. When Xie lian held onto san lang’s name like an unspoken prayer to satan. When Hua cheng rebelled against measly laws of nature and dispersion because even though every banquet comes to an end, this one won’t, he won’t let it— they didn’t do it because of something so simplistic as “fate”
Fate is inconsequential in the face of their love; it’s ignorant of their sacrifices; it is lofty and vicious and cruel beyond belief but it’s nothing against the claws of a love which even the blind could see
So no, Xie lian and Hua cheng arent “soulmates”. It’s insulting to limit their love at just soulmates. They did something much more faithful, much more devoted, much more lovely— they chose each other. They chose each other at every turn. They chose each other in a world where no one else would— no one else every did
In a world full of people, in a rat race of endless time— two people who never knew love right, chose to love each other and no fate or divine power will ever get the credit for their courage to love
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