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Goes back in time to save you but i fundamentally misunderstand everything that led to your demise in the first place so now we're stuck in an eternal time loop of trial and error that just ends in both of our suffering again and again and again and a
we've got a life to love living.
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since I believe this hasn’t made it outside of the cn side of things…
At the beginning of the month Cenm0 made a Weibo post explaining the mystery symbol on Shalem’s shield and operator record medal. The post is only visible to followers, so I can only provide a screenshot instead of linking to it directly.
it’s meant to be the cross-section of a neck.
It’s only visible when Shalem’s skill is active and the face part of the shield pops up to give the impression of a severed head being lifted up off of its body, sitting in a pool of blood which trickles back down to the “beautiful” exposed neck
…or at least that’s how Cenm0 envisioned it.
chase you to the end of the world just to say your name once more
theo van gogh was the one who suggested that his older brother vincent start seriously painting. as soon as theo was gainfully employed he gave vincent around 15% of his own yearly salary for art supplies, lodging, and food. about 2/3rds of vincent's surviving letters were to theo (including vincent's earliest and last letters), all of which were found stored in theo's desk. theo's child, vincent willem, was born on january 31st, 1890, and vincent was so delighted by his nephew that he painted almond blossoms for him. vincent shot himself half a year later on july 29th, 1890. theo's distress at his brother's death worsened his syphilis symptoms and he died half a year after his brother on january 25th, 1891 (four days before vincent willem's first birthday). theo was reburied next to vincent in auvers-sur-oise at the request of theo's wife johanna.
Almond Blossoms, 1890, Vincent van Gogh
I want to see your dick so bad!!!
And I want to see the end of the imperialist empire of corporations that is "America".
sometimes mental illness does make you act like a piece of shit. when my ocd was undiagnosed a couple years back I was absolutely insufferable because I could not control my confession/reassurance and rumination compulsions at all and I fucking hated myself so everything had to be morally pure or I would spiral and I made myself believe and said some things that made my personality not the best. sometimes healing means knowing that you are not perfect. sometimes mental health issues make people act awful and that does not give you the right to demonize and dehumanize them or the disorder. yes even that disorder. and sometimes you have to forgive yourself for the bad things you believed. you are not perfect and that is a good thing.
im kinda sick and tired of fighting all my battles alone #tbh
I know I said I was finished but genuinely full on sobbed reading this page again so I’m subjecting everyone to it
“your friend is dead, and their corpse is inhabited by something only you can see for what it truly is" is already good horror. but "you begin to love the thing that wears their face"? the blasphemy of it. terror turning into desire. grief turning into longing. being enticed by what should repel you. it twists the knife deeper, because the horror is not based on deception anymore. the fear comes from recognizing the monster in its raw form and finding beauty there. you're not clinging to scraps of your friend, you're surrendering to something other, something wrong, and loving it. you're not holding onto a ghost of the past, it’s the monster itself that you choose