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@sentientmoths
Doc said I should journal my feelings. Put them somewhere other than my own head. Not used to that.
I feel like I’ve brought shame on the security department. Losing a limb... feels shameful. Maybe Kruxaruk was right when it said I don’t take proper care of myself. For most of my life, I’ve worn my scars proudly. They were stories. Proof that I had survived something difficult. Proof that I had done my duty.
Lately, they feel different.
Every scar is still a story, but now they feel more like a tally. A record of pieces lost along the way. I look at myself and wonder how much can be replaced before there’s nothing left of the original. I wonder if I am still whole - and if I'm not, will I ever be whole again?
I’ve never lost a limb before.
I always assumed it would change me. That it would make me more cautious. More aware of my own mortality. I imagined there would be a before and an after.
Instead, I woke up, learned what happened, and started thinking about when I could get back to work.
That troubles me, because- no, not sure.
Likely... not the injury itself. The fact that it doesn’t seem to trouble me as much as I thought it should.
Back home, losing a limb was the end of a warrior's life. A crippled warrior was pitied at best and discarded at worst. Here, half the station has been burned, crushed, spaced, electrocuted, or shot at some point. They get patched up and keep moving. Some of them are more machine than flesh. Some of them are all machine.
Nobody seems particularly bothered by it.
Maybe that’s normal.
Maybe I’m the strange one for thinking about it this much.
I don’t know.
I keep finding myself staring at the empty sleeve at night. Not because I miss the arm. Because I feel like I should miss it more.
That feels like the sort of thought I should probably discuss with Doc.
It also feels like the sort of thought I won't. Might have been to much to share here. Shouldn't unsay, cowards backtrack. ((OOC: Art by me, ft: https://making-the-memories.tumblr.com/ in the background. Probably not the normal art I'll do for this blog, this took way to long to do more than once in a blue moon.))
Conversation - Francesco Pirazzi , 2021.
Italian , b. 1994 -
Oil on canvas , 25 x 34 in. 64 x 87 cm.
first base: psychosexual obsession
second base: torture
third base: holding hands
Autobiography of that one time i thought I saw someone dressed as a trout
You may be a catfish, but you'll never catfish me the way troutdog did... if you catch my drift.... if you know what im saying.... if you're picking up what im putting down.......
>‘this thing is too generic and tropey’
>look inside
>forefather of that genre
Fulica atra [オオバン,Eurasian coot]
6兄弟に給餌するのは大変そう… 夫婦で手分けしてました🥰
Some time ago, I dreamt that an Italian man turned into a cat had to prove he wasn’t a regular cat by cooking a pot of tomato sauce in front of baffled residents of the house. He struggled, due to cats not having opposable thumbs, and the verdict was that the sauce sucked but it was indeed weird a cat cooked anything at all
yes the joke is that its a silenced pistol
Voracious Four-clawed Gecko (Gehyra vorax), family Gekkonidae, Fiji
photograph by jsameit
Redwoods National Park, northern CA, USA
photographs by Paxon Kale CC
asked one of my coworkers how she's doing today and she goes "could be better, could be worse," and another coworker nearby who was eavesdropping chimes in with "could be a lil bit o' alligator curse!" i have no idea what he meant by that but i do know that it has been immediately added to the lexicon.
Rough day for Kevin at the Stormveil castle
she is NOT for the terrestrial streets.
Lots of drama in our household
You never know what color pallette someone's Tumblr is till ppl are screenshotting posts and tags
do u like mine
Oh wow.
Some people on tumblr are reading ancient scrolls and you'd never know