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and theres but one way to fix this, which ofc would be psychedelics.
I'm sorry I just couldn't live in Washington. I think that if anything went down with the government it would all start crumbling there. I'd rather have the chaos reach me a little later.
low tide rising // tunnel beach, oregon, july 2025
I ask her what are ur hobbies? she says knitting
I laugh.
that's cute. I get political on main to a worrying degree. Maybe you should try it sometime, loser.
I'm 17 years young
maybe i should get into coffee
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I've been thinking a lot about stigmata.
There's this strange beauty in it, as if you've been granted this painful divinity. I've had a loss of faith recently that has shaken my very being and I must say, my aforementioned faith used to feel like painful divinity.
That's what religion is, after all, it is human being telling themselves that they can be more. That they are beyond the natural cycle, that death doesn't follow them every step they take. For years, death wasn't even on my mind because I was certain that it was never something I'd have to be afraid of, that another life was waiting for me in the divine. With that security also comes a cage that you lock yourself within. God has given you life and an escape, so you feel indebted to him. You now need to do what he requires of you because if you don't... well, then you're just being ungrateful. Your faith is painful, being divine hurts and then once you lose that faith you'll fall from the heaven you've made for yourself just as Satan did when he went up against god.
This is what i mean by religion becoming a burden. I let that happen and suddenly the beauty I felt in it (even for a moment, even if it came from community and not the religion itself) fell apart. Religion exists for you, you do not exist for religion. And I have to remind myself of that every day.
the conecept of heaven is so fucking scary to me. i’m atheist so i don’t believe we’re going to heaven. but the thought of being in a place that’s perfect for the rest of eternity is horrific, sounds like some indie horror film i’d find on youtube.
in my opinion, the whole point of good happy moment’s, are that they don’t happen all the time, that’s what makes it special, being appreciative of the good moment’s while they last, don’t take them for granted. nobody’s happy all the time. it’s part of the humanity. everyone cycles through emotions, not all positive, not all negative, it keeps us balanced.
the thought of everything being perfect, everyone only ever feeling one thing and it being joy, yeah it may seem good in hindsight, but i wouldn’t wanna want to feel joyous 24/7. i value my emotions deeply. the fact that us as humans can even have so many different feeling’s, how our brain switches emotions depending on everything is so cool to me. being one emotion for the rest of eternity?? well that takes the specialty away from it. everyone being braindead creeps smiling all the time? yeah no i’m good..i dunno man, i’d rather someone yell in my face then explain what made them feel that way then always smiling at me. might just be me tho..
i never believed in heaven or hell, my religion didn't play into that particular part of christianity. However, i find the idea so oppressive and manupilative. How dare you try and use the innate animalistic fear of death against a complex being? How dare religion use our fear of not existing against us to create guilt and fear against something that was created to oppress? Miss me with that.
And thats not to say that religion isn't beautiful and necessary. I think that a lot of religion was made as a coping mechanism not only to deal with our own impermanence but also the very nature of life as a conscious being (which is suffering). And just because I think that, that doesn't take away it's beauty.
Does our breathing to relieve anxiety not contain beauty? Self soothing is a practice just as valid as praying. I understand religion, I understand those who practice it and those who don't.
I think the problem lies is when you let the parts of religion that are designed to oppress and guilt trip influence you is when it creates the problem. The moment harmful dogma begins to blind you from your own value because you feel you aren't doing enough to validate your existence is when I think it's time to reflect.
the conecept of heaven is so fucking scary to me. i’m atheist so i don’t believe we’re going to heaven. but the thought of being in a place that’s perfect for the rest of eternity is horrific, sounds like some indie horror film i’d find on youtube.
in my opinion, the whole point of good happy moment’s, are that they don’t happen all the time, that’s what makes it special, being appreciative of the good moment’s while they last, don’t take them for granted. nobody’s happy all the time. it’s part of the humanity. everyone cycles through emotions, not all positive, not all negative, it keeps us balanced.
the thought of everything being perfect, everyone only ever feeling one thing and it being joy, yeah it may seem good in hindsight, but i wouldn’t wanna want to feel joyous 24/7. i value my emotions deeply. the fact that us as humans can even have so many different feeling’s, how our brain switches emotions depending on everything is so cool to me. being one emotion for the rest of eternity?? well that takes the specialty away from it. everyone being braindead creeps smiling all the time? yeah no i’m good..i dunno man, i’d rather someone yell in my face then explain what made them feel that way then always smiling at me. might just be me tho..
i never believed in heaven or hell, my religion didn't play into that particular part of christianity. However, i find the idea so oppressive and manipulative. How dare you try and use the innate animalistic fear of death against a complex being? How dare religion use our fear of not existing against us to create guilt and fear against something that was created to oppress? Miss me with that.
And they dont even try to make it attractive. It really is just this idyllic fantasy of not having suffering be a part of your life, this fabricated plastic joy plastered onto you whether you like it or not. Life is suffering, you can't take that out and expect to feel the same whether it's in this life or the next.
One of my all-time favorites
Its so fucking intimate to me to listen to someone else's favorite songs because you're just thinking about all the ways they relate to it as if crawling into their brain. The same lyrics that fall upon my ears have once rested on your tongue and I'm gonna NUH
she used to listen to this wonderful song and I would listen to it for months on end and just think of her.
tumblr users act like any day now the first weed overdose death is coming
let's all green out together and pass away
i feel as though death lingers around me
thinking about how I wrote an essay about how much I love women and mothers for their sacrifices and dedicated a paragraph to my mother and YET! she still asks me why I want another mom.
i hate when genitalia is referred to as something *of* yours instead of yourself. Do you get what im saying. Like thats *you*. It isn't your (insert nickname or whatever)
Idk i also just dont like people referring to genitalia in general grosses me out
For example, this isn't my limb, it's me. These aren't my lips, it's me. These are not my hands, they are me.
etc etc etc
I can't stress this enough. The separation between self and body is insane to me because it's the same thing! It's all you babe. And there's a certain beauty in that, and it comes with an understanding that allows you to not objectify yourself and see yourself as real. Like everything you see in front of you is you.
people really are all we have.
I used to talk about community in relation to happiness a lot before I became a bit of recluse but even in these moments of isolation I'm forced to recognize the importance in companionship as a human being. It is the breeding ground for love. To love someone means to share, to witness each other live and survive our external and internal battles.
We connect when we share ourselves, through each conversation we slowly weave together a community of people that we can call family. It's a beautiful thing and in my moments of solitude I can appreciate the sharing of words and people so intensely that even the thought of holding someone's hand brings me to tears. James Baldwin said there was nothing we could do but love and witness each other and every day of this intense loneliness I agree more and more.
The intimacy of a give and take during a conversation is so necessary in life, that kind of vulnerability isn't found in anything else. This quote by Hao Jingfang really sums it up: "When I am done telling you these stories, when you’re done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation."
And that's pretty much the essence of this whole thing. Connection is found through conversation and through those conversations we find community. Eventually we all come to realize that and see the beauty of other people. Just wanted to share, I guess.
every moment of my life is laced with a sweet sadness that leaves a bitter trace down my throat.