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sometimes i listen to the tortured poets department and it feels like my chest is being ripped open again. it brings me right back to all those painful emotions and its just so visceral. to me, this album is Taylor’s magnum opus. when i feel numb, i know i can turn on this album and feel again. it takes me on a journey through my emotions that i struggle to reconcile. it’s like traveling through the stages of grief each time you listen to the whole album including the anthology.
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happy birthday to the album of my life
thinking of fantasy words is so hard
i should just start using obscure medicine names
recently i’ve felt like i’m lost at sea. it’s been hard for me to do anything except doom scroll and watch youtube. (and binge eat but that’s a different issue)
the world we live in right now is full of despair and it’s so hard not to fall victim to it. one of the ways i’m combating this despair is by being kind. by adding whimsy into my life. i’ve started doing cardio in the form of just dance.
i just want to escape most of the time but i’ve found it hard to escape into my writing recently. it’s like i’m finding puzzle pieces from a puzzle long since abandoned but im unable to put them together. it’s emotionally draining to not put the pieces together but i can’t bring myself to do it.
the world doesn’t want us to do anything for ourselves and each other anymore. that’s why it’s important to take your control back. bring your neighbors cookies and buy a plant. give yourself reasons to get off your phone and spend time in the real world. spending too much time seeing about how horrible things are will wear you down and that’s what they want.
you have to find the joy. rewatch heated rivalry, reread your favorite book. pick up a new show, a new book. keep exposing yourself to things that are good.
talking to my roommates yesterday made me realize that there is a level of nuance lost when straight people watch heated rivalry.
they couldn’t get past ep 3 because “there was too much fucking” and “there was no story”
i think a little part of me broke then. That is the only story they could have for so long. they were both scared and took what they could get because they didn’t think they could have a meaningful relationship. their story is so relatable to me because i’ve been there. the whole point is that they both wanted more than just sex but they were afraid. that level of vulnerability is so terrifying. coming out is terrifying.
it makes me sad that they’re so misunderstood. their story is more than just sex, it’s a queer experience.
i’m experiencing a fatigue. Ad fatigue, AI fatigue. Everything is trying to sell me something. Everything wants me to close my eyes and say “Nothing is wrong. There is no war in Ba Sing Se” but AI is actively destroying our ecosystems, taking human jobs, ads are tone deaf and people are starving. Everyone with any power wants you to ignore that people are suffering and that people are dying and i’m so TIRED of it. I’m tired of men getting everything handed to them and then getting away with whatever they want. I’m tired of women not getting proper healthcare. I’m tired of people thinking they can act like bullies and pretend nothing is wrong. The planet is dying and we are killing each other. But don’t pay attention to that, here’s an ad. Go buy something, go generate a picture using AI. Stop paying people for things they are trained to do. Let everyone starve and be homeless. Cover your ears and eyes and watch this ad. Don’t care about the fact that your neighbors are disappearing one by one, just make sure you use ChatGPT to do your homework. they don’t want us to think. they want us to be fatigued so that we will just go along nodding our heads and letting them do whatever they want. I’m experiencing the fatigue, but I can’t ever let it win. There is a war, it’s a war on peace and kindness and equality. The people on top don’t care about how they stay on top, even if the way they got there is built with bones.
repeating this to myself forever and ever
hey guys i am in fact on instagram for my writing now. its mostly gonna be excerpts from my novel when its more polished, some poetry, and stuff ive written in my notes app. feel free to follow if thats something you guys might be interested in. @chainedtojupiter
Welp, with Epic over I'm getting another flash of remembrance with my beef at Alfred Tennyson for his reading of all characters involved in his poem Ulysses.
Like, literally the only time Penelope is mentioned at all is in the third line of the first stanza
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
and just...
Yeah he uses Odysseus of all people to work out his midlife crisis. Like, the thought of maybe dying on the stupid exploration mission with "his old sailing buddies" (no I have no goddamn idea who that is, everybody from Troy is super duper dead and his crew dying was a whole Thing unto itself) he goes
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
and just... no he would Not be happy to see them, the underworld for the souls of the drowned and improperly buried sucks ass! Yes I am willing to go all "hey you're not being myth accurate" at this very dead poet, the whole war and the journey home being awful and sucking every kinda ass possible is the point of the story.
Odysseus wasn't exploring, he was getting kicked around like a basketball trying to get home. The entire war happens for stupid-ass reasons and petty god drama. Those unburied must stand at the edge of the styks forever and that this has had to happen because it's a war, or everyone was lost at sea, is a tragedy.
Screw you Alfred Tennyson.
i’m someone who regularly spends their time numb, going through the motions of emotion, because of my medications.
but i ran out and had to drive to my parent’s house for the weekend to get my meds refilled. I didn’t take them for two days and i was quickly reminded that i prefer being numb.
i would rather be numb than feel like i’m drowning in depression. my particular medication cocktail leaves me with nothing but extreme emotions and telling myself how to react to minor emotional things people expect.
would a different med combination have a different result? probably. but for my meds to work in all the ways i need them to, the trade off is numbness.
i would rather be numb than sad and in pain and it only took two days of being unmedicated to remember why i’m medicated in the first place.
my medication truly is the difference between life and death for me and for so many others. people can start medication and you can think they’re totally different, but you also don’t know what their alternative is.
there’s only one tag i filter out on ao3.
mpreg. but not because i’m against men being pregnant! i actually do support that. as a feminist and a man hating lesbian.
i filter it out because i hate pregnancy.
it gives me the same nauseating feeling that the idea of being embalmed gives me. like it’s just wrong.
i’d like to clarify that i have nothing against pregnancy in fics, just mpreg
they always go into intense detail of the pregnancy and id rather have my body put through a cheese slicer than read that.
Been thinking about how the new Superman movie did a really good job of giving Clark interests beyond “Truth, Justice, and a Better Tomorrow.” He likes pop punk rock. His favorite meal is breakfast for dinner. Clark does a little dance when he gets the front cover byline. He likes to doom-scroll. Unclear if he’s a dog guy. His girlfriend makes him hot cocoa when he’s sad. So often Superman in film has zero personality beyond tortured alien that must guide humanity. Giving him these small details made the character feel so much more real. He really is just a guy doing his best.
Conan Lee Gray. "And if I stop laughing, all the blood will just start pouring out" was just cruel btw. My therapist will be hearing about that one.