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Napalm Death - Fatalist
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Fatalist (1999)
There's something in you...that makes you think you don't deserve good things...You grew up, for whatever reason, expecting the worst to happen. You don't expect good things to happen. You somehow grew up without the gene for denial.
— Dr. MacKinnon to Joan Didion, in Joan Didion, Notes to John (Knopf, April 22, 2025)
Hellweave
You know what'd be cute?
Act 1 Karlach and Gale, who each can't safely have sex, just enjoying each other's company without the expectation of sex, or feeling like they're letting down the other by being sexually unavailable
“The Worst of What Humanity Is Capable Of”: Pediatrician on What She Saw in Gaza
Almost six months into Israel’s assault, Gaza’s health sector has been completely decimated. Before October 7, Gaza had 36 hospitals. Now on
You can watch/listen to her full, disturbing interview at the link above.
can’t be on the right side of a history that hasn’t happened yet, and you should stop trying. the best you can with the information you have is all anyone can do
I was wondering what influenced my attraction for mysterious angsty young adults, wearing long coats, those people who seem to carry the weight of universe's answers. Only to remember 13yo me seeing The Art of Getting By for the first time and never being the same since
I don’t know how to tell you that apathy doesn’t work cynicism is dead and you do not want to watch the world burn around you, as easy as it is to accept the way that anxiety sweet talks you.
Tired, eager acceptance of a fate not yet delivered isn’t cute anymore. Do not let that define you. Let what you did to avoid that unsealed destiny of a history not yet history create you instead.
The world is not over yet. We are not burned yet.
What are you doing? What will you do?
- An Open Letter To My Fatalism