“I maintain that (hell) is the suffering of being unable to love.”
~Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov - published 1879-1880

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“I maintain that (hell) is the suffering of being unable to love.”
~Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov - published 1879-1880
What is hell?
Hell is ...
Someone said to me : perspective is everything. You make your own hell
No darling...
Not always. Sometimes hell is around us, and all we see is sunshine and rainbows. Then the storm finally brews and the winds break down the boughs of the tree holding us up, we're falling from the support we relied on before we even rely on ourselves. Hell is broken nails and tear streaked cheeks but a tooth filled smile and a solid gait to the murder strut were forced to walk to not stumble over the bodies of those who royally fucked us over.
Ok, hell...
I've been thinking about hell. Instead of being all hot and first, what if hell is just and made up of all the things that annoy us. Like what if it's like earth but these things-
In elevators, the music is nails on a chalk board
Only one lightbulb in every room works
Doors can't shut all the way
All shoes are worn down.
When to try to watch a shown in cable there are just commercials
WiFi only works for 5 minutes of the day
Books have tears and rips in every page
None of the pictures on tumblr show up
And it's just annoying stuff like that. Hm.
maybe hell is really just a room where they play someone yodeling to bagpipe music on repeat
Exactly!