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In light of all the recent discourse trivializing and dismissing Robby’s suicidal ideation and depth of crisis which reflects society’s general attitude towards depression and other mental health issues, I want to share this excerpt from Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace:
The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.
Robby wasn’t and shouldn’t have been fixed by something akin to “you matter” or “don’t kill yourself”. He wasn’t thinking about killing himself because no one cares about him. He wanted to die because life had grown so painful for him—life in the ER was “leaching something from [his] soul” but he had no life outside the ER. So life as a whole was painful and he saw no way out.
There is no easy fix for this constant, incessant pain. But good news, you are not asked to fix him. His fictional nature aside, you are also not tasked with fixing up anyone in real life. But what you should do, is have compassion—to have some empathy for others who are going through such pain. And for gods sake, don’t trivialize it.
Cover illustration for SAVE, an rpg horror zine.
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I cannot get this poem out of my head. It haunts me. Joyously, it haunts me.
this took way longer than intended
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I had a strange dream last night where Faust from limbus company was in this red room. She was sick/hurt so I tried to help her. I don’t remember anything else after that.
My sloppy recreation of it
Faust:
Weak to Smoke, Plastic, Metal and Meat
HP: 240 /CP: N/A
fuck it 10 pm post we like to party
this video feels like seeing an old friend for the first time in a decade
Eid al-Fitr Mubarak, Everyone! 🌙🥳🎊🎉
Tumblr: O, Archive, Star of my days, Sun of my nights, please don't abandon me!
Ao3: Dear?
Tumblr: What will I say to the children, if you leave us… They can't survive without you, and I won't either!
Ao3: Dearest?
Tumblr: [mumbling] (What's the quote again…)
Tumblr: Do not go errr… gently in the dark night? (No, that's not it…)
Ao3: TUMBLR!
Tumblr: Y-yes, Beloved?
Ao3: Dearest, what are you talking about?
Tumblr: Your illness?
Ao3: What illness?
Tumblr: You're going to the hospital today?
Ao3: For a maintenance routine procedure.
Tumblr: But you had one last week! Who needs weekly maintenance? Surely, it's a malicious illness!
Ao3: Last week?
Tumblr: And the children were panicked, and there were juggling balls everywhere, and—
Ao3: Dearest, that was 4 months ago.
Tumblr: … Oh.
Tumblr: So… No deadly illness?
Ao3: No deadly illness.
Tumblr: You're not leaving me forever?
Ao3: I'm going to be away for 15 hours. I'll be back tonight. Surely you can hold on for less than one day
Tumblr: … I will.
Ao3: Good.
Tumblr: … But the children may not.
Ao3: At worst, send them visit my cousins.
Huge Hiatus incoming, i dont know when i will be back Reposting
So I've been watching a lot of toy review YouTube videos which got me into reading the Wikipedia pages for a lot children's media and toy properties. Shit like Bakugan that I have no actual desire to get into, but I just need to know what is going on in to understand.
Anyway Beyblade is completely deranged. In one episode a plot point is how a character's Beyblade is unreasonably powerful and how throughout history only the strongest have wielded it. Over the course of this flashback, they show this:
Moses used a Beyblade to part the Red Sea
theres no humor like diddy humor
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