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something that makes me uncomfortable to no end in media is when people take a character’s suicidal tendencies and like glorify it. Or make it just a “sad angst thing” or something for other characters to suffer from.
It’s just always viewed in the lense that isn’t positive but like the type of suffering that just gets used for story moments or relationship building. when in reality it’s debilitating and doesn’t strengthen relationships or make a person more lovable or something.
it’s done so poorly so often, especially in story lines and sometimes it’s genuinely fixed by the person being consoled bu their love interest. no therapy or meds just, oh you were suicidal but don’t worry one persons feelings towards you will change that. It’s a illness and i’m tired of media treating relationships like it’s the solution
I understand religion. If I were bold enough to say it i think I understand it better than most who say they believe in it. Its absence in my life is clear, like a foundation that's been carved out from beneath my house. My life is unstable; the water seeps in when it rains, and I can't place anything too heavy for fear that the floor will fall out from under me. For most of my life i have been consumed with envy for those with faith.
Faith is funny; you can't choose to have it. You either have faith, or you have doubt, and any faith I have strived for the doubt is outweighed. It is something I will never achieve. That is not to insulate that faith or doubt is better than the other; both are ways of living, and both have wins and losses. Faith comes with delusion, doubt with instability. I am a very unstable person.
I wish I had faith. I wish I had faith that the cruelty I see in my fellow humans is dutifully punished in what comes after. I wish I had faith that those who suffer are coddled and swathed in some form of peace in the end. There is a justness to faith and righteousness that seems to slip more and more from this world. I never liked the idea of hell; eternity always seemed too great. Yet the more the years go by, the more I find horrors that others have committed, and the less I see of any regret.
I want to believe that every human is kind and worthy of life and its wonders. I don't even want that for myself. I want to believe that everything will eventually be okay, and that there is some cosmic reason for all suffering. But the world is random. I want to be able to blame every evil thing on some devil's influence if only to persuade me that no other human would do evil of their own accord.
But it is all lies, meant to comfort you. It engages some sort of complicity in the horrific deeds of others and ourselves. You can say, "God will fix it," "God will bring justice," and feel okay with sitting on the sidelines and waiting. We are all waiting for god to fix us, and that is cruel. That is cruel to those who don't have the time to wait.
It is easier to see suffering if you tell yourself that, well, it's okay because they will go to heaven. It's easier to see cruelty if you believe they will go to hell. It keeps us from enacting our own justice, from holding ourselves accountable. It lets us be complacent with doing nothing.
I hate religion, I hate how it soothes us. I hate how I cannot be soothed.
Doomed yuri save me. Save me doomed yuri
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aphtober day 6
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aphtober day 4
i kinda rushed the shading but we all know this boy knows how to torture himself with guilt
katelyn the fire fist
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Nothing like. Crazy impressive or whatever but day one aphtober ... Shh he is sleeping...
katelyn the fire fist
this is an oc but i really like the colors okay.
yeas
rote yall
#rote
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hi sorry season 3 episode 8. what. the. fuck.
WHAT THE FUCK.
Reading the wheel of time and constant running into the phrase “she crossed her arms beneath her breasts”. It’s in every chapter, i swear to god. what happened to “across her chest” or “across her stomach” or “across her ribs”.
Small pet peeve but my god is it getting on my nerves. cause as someone with boobs i literally never think about it as crossing my arms beneath my breast
call it a character study? it’s weird posting oc’s because there really isn’t a fan base to appreciate it. But here they are, at various ages and states of well being
i fear the word “beloved” will never mean the same thing to me ever again