#morbid thoughts

[ghostlybirdo]

Tens of thousands of years of discovery’s and for what? What is life even worth if it’s so fragile, so small? What am I to the world if not a small cog in an inadequate machine. Remove enough of them and everything stops working. But what does the machine do? Why? What is the point of going on if this is everything.

And what of death. Is there some semblance of an afterlife that lets us continue on making the same mistakes, making the same decisions that had us ending up in the damned inferno along with the rest of the godly sinners burning for eternity thinking we’re better than this, that we deserve more. Or is it nothing that greets us. To continue on until our brains give out and we’re just gone.

I see the comfort of religion, thinking we will somehow continue on after everything, that we matter in some way beyond this world, this plane of existence. But I also see the hate and hurt that those who name sinners can cause and do not wish to continue that cycle.

I hope to see something truly beautiful one day so that I can feel as though I’ve not born for nothing.

[lizzdaniellexo]

Morbid thought of the day.

I can’t ever off myself. Not because I am worried about the humans I’d leave behind. But because what kind of cat parent would I be if I made Felix and Ophelia lose BOTH of their parents? Ophelia grieved hard. I think she will forever grieve him. She’s so clingy with me. And Felix has always been a mama’s boy. The idea of them having to grieve me makes my heart ache.

I know how shitty it all sounds. But if something like this motivates me to stay alive, I’ll take it.

[stainedpajamabottoms]

One time a chick sent me nudes and I almost threw up. Confidence in ones body is the most unattractive thing to me. It's repulsive. Girls who hate themselves is all I want

[rot-angel-syndrome]

tw: sui ideation

" You ever have the urge to just... jump? When you're on a high place, or the subway rolls by..? Imagine, if you had that urge for a minute straight. Then two minutes. " "...I'm not worried about stopping it. I'm worried about not wanting to stop it." "Some part of me wants to turn. I don't know why, and I can't reason it away. It's... deeper than that. It's like instinct." - Joseph Oda, Psychobreak

[loxosceleslolo]

i hope that when the global thermonuclear war starts that i am at ground zero whenever the first bomb to hit my state drops :)

[nymphfever]

I understand that it's a bit morbid knowing if you die, your pet could just eat you, but at the same time, there is something poetic about it.

[lec743]

Morbid ruminatings. I'm thinking blood and death and such. Just saying (shrugs)

Okay, so if we were in a fantasy land with different species in it like elves, orcs, dwarves, and so on, with all the magical whooy it would intale. Where would cannibalism end and begin?

Like we don't consider it cannibalism when a cat eats a bird, but we do when a cat eats a cat. Could a dwarf eat an elf and not be considered a cannibal?

The major difference between a cat and a dwarf is probably going to depend on the magic of the world, like "speak with animal" type spells. Would it affect the intelligence of the creatures of that world? I honestly don't know where I'm going with this it just felt important in the moment. Anyways.

So a dwarf eats another dwarf and then, depending on the circumstances is shunned by society or is comforted by people knowing the dwarf did what it had to do to survive. But what if the dwarf ate a centuar? But only ate the horse half of the centuar? Is it still cannibalism if only the animal part is eaten?

What about vampires? Are they cannibalistic? They only drink blood. Is drinking blood enough to make you a cannibal?

I feel like drawing the line between personhood, community, and taboos would be hard to make in a world where you can communicate with everything... I wonder if I'd be more hesitant to kill a chicken if I could talk to it like I would with a human... I don't, probably not. I mean, predator birds try to eat other bird. So eh.

What do you guys think?

[celtib]

looking at a house where someone you know used to live feels like looking at a corpse, only instead of rotting, they've redecorated.