Jun 17
in the club butt naked with my booty out
seen from China
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in the club butt naked with my booty out
"fill me up with bones, daddy!"
-me making a deathcard in inscryption, 2022
"all who drink of this remedy recover in a short time except those whom it does not help, who all die."
- claudius galenus
so there's this quote, and i've been thinking about it. i've been thinking that this might be how love is like. of course, my man galen was actually a greek physicist (born in izmir, turkey; that's how i got to know him in the first place i think) who was apparently the originator of the experimental method in medical investigation. in this context, having a remedy that saves and kills people simultaneously makes sense. it's not witchcraft, it's human physiology. people are different. same medicine can heal an ill person while making another fall even sicker.
but before i learned that my guy was not only a philosopher, that he had actually studied medicine, i was tempted to think of this quote in a more, say, conceptual way, and i thought it made a nice analogy to how humans handled love.
love is such a thing that it can save a desperate soul. it can give you a purpose, something to work towards, something that is worth getting yourself together for. it can be an invaluable experience for one to find oneself.
it can also lead astray a well-established person, make you question your morals and values that was engraved in you, make you abandon your path, have you making choices so difficult and complex that in the end, you don't even know who you are anymore.
love, to a person, can be so compassionate yet so cruel. i think it's tragic really, but also undeniably beautiful in unpredictable ways.
ripley: [dies]
caboose: timer starts now! when are they coming back? i say two months!
tucker: bullshit. one month.
church: nah, half a month.
carolina, sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? RIPLEY JUST DIED!
grif, scratching chin in thought: one week.
simmons, not understanding how he's losing at chess: >:/
ripley, who's been feeding the pieces to caboose when simmons isn't looking: >:3c
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
— Neil Gaiman, Fables and Reflections
Perhaps we were
Born in the same star.
I can feel the space
Dust in my soul
Hauling us together.
— David Jones