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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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MY INSTINCT IS ALWAYS RIGHT WHEN IT COMES TO GAY SHITS
story time for my future self ofc because no one is reading the shits im posting here.
So we finished the book 11 and 22 of the Iliad. There we discovered that achilles refused to go to the battle after his fight with agamemnon. but on book 22, he was the one who killed hector. "WHAT MADE ACHILLES JOIN THE BATTLE AGAIN" was my thought throughout the discussion kay we jumped from book 1 to 22. Then i discovered that it was because of patroclus.
as my professor said "he returned to the battle to avenge the death of patroclus, HIS BESTFRIEND" idkkk after she said that i had this feeling sa heart ko na "wehh, i don't think so *gae*"
then the funny thing is, this evening ko lang na realize that these characters are the same achilles and patroclus sa The song of Achilles na book. WHAT THE FRIK. i didn't know that, i didn't realize until i saw a tiktok about the book.
BUT KSDJSKSKSKSK IDK. maybe that's why man na Achilles was so brutal when he killed Hector, the one who killed Patroclus.
A wounded heart is scary.
bye.
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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been sooo sad for who knows when that the tears i shed seem to be not enough. i feel like i can cry the whole night but i need to study. sucks to be me.
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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cried my eyes out lol. now im stuck in my room to hide this freaking bloodshot eyes. how am i supposed to study now?? my books are outside.
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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once again, i found myself wishing not to be alive.
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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Political Opinion Ahead
How do we rewrite history? Are those of the present really confident of what they know of the past? Historians of their own eras have come to make lessons we of the present have yet to learn. So who are we to claim to rewrite history which has already been written before we could even know how to write? Fallacies. Right. We are worried what knowledge we have come to learn are only fabricated truths.
I am in college and I major in Literature from a prestigious university in my country which houses historical archives and a home for diversity. I have learned historians do not explain why main events had to happen. They do not produce explanations that are so predictive where discernment is unnecessary. They present historical narratives how one thing led to another and how wars came to break out.
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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YEES, i get it. it is okay to be confused and lost... BUT HOW DO U ACTUALLY DO IT??? HOW CAN U MAKE URSELF FEEL THAT IT REALLY IS OKAY? like...i knot it is okay, but i am not okay with this.
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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i feel useless, insecure, and demotivated. i realized that it is not the course that's making me miserable, it's me who kept on comparing myself to those who got their shits together
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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i feel like no one understands me. no matter how much they tell me that they feel the same way, i doubt it. No. u don't understand. l won't even bother explaining.
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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i know u like her, but i didn't expect that u like her THAT much
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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"if it makes u happy, it doesn't have to make sense to anybody else"
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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media is scary
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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i love how there are things on earth that i don't need to worry about:
the sunset. the sky. the moon.
because i know that they'll also be there tomorrow. i appreciate that i need not to worry whether they would be as stunning as they were yesterday, because i love how they constantly changes into something that makes my heart flutter. 🌅🌌🌜
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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So give it all away.
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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i deleted all my socmed apps that took up almost all of my time. For some reason, i feel ashamed for thinking i was busy during the summer break.
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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a poem by hawk • fleeting
sometimes the words just
aren’t there.
or maybe they are
somewhere close
but just
out of reach
slipping between my outstretched fingertips.
the words are like
my happiness:
any I have is wispy,
intangible;
merely a concept on the best of days
and a reason to drown on the stormy nights.
i wish on every star in sight for
One
Good
Day
but the dream continues to elude my grasp
and that leaves me here,
stringing together words
to lament over a fleeting feeling
i can no longer fully recall.
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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jumbohotdoggg · 3 years
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highkey wanna disappear
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