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#grief is natural
thewildnopeboat · 1 year
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Nimbus, generally chilling: yeah, I have a lot of pressure since the Vex attacked the grave sites, the Shadow Cabal keep pouring out of the pyramid, and the council think I'm pushing the work on an outsider, but at least I have a cool buddy like you!
Guardian, looking up and seeing Nimbus holding back tears: I'm going to hug you.
Nimbus, confused: Huh? Why?
Guardian, using strand to suspend themselves: You just look like you need it.
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reasonsforhope · 3 months
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You don't need to believe that people as a whole are good or well-intentioned to be an optimist about fixing climate change.
A lot of the time, it's enough to trust in this: people hate being screwed over. And even more than that, they hate feeling screwed over.
Climate change is actively screwing over almost every single person on this planet, whether they know it or not. We just need to keep making sure that people do know that they're getting screwed over, along with all their loved ones, and who's doing it.
Spite and righteous anger will honestly do a lot of the rest.
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s0larize · 22 days
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atalana · 9 months
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so the good place is widely lauded on this site for its takes on morality and capitalism, which i totally agree with
but i think it should get more recognition for the line "all humans are aware of death. so we're all a little bit sad all the time. that's just the deal. we don't get offered any better ones. and if you try and ignore your sadness, it just ends up leaking out of you anyway. i've been there, and everybody's been there. so don't fight it. in the words of a very wise bed bath and beyond employee i once knew - go ahead and cry all you want. but you're gonna have to pay for that toilet plunger."
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soundsfaebutokay · 3 months
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I know you're strong enough to do this on your own.
- Welly Boots by The Amazing Devil
(Art by @bycharizze on Instagram, commissioned by me)
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callisteios · 5 months
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I have a new uquiz for you, go on a pilgrimage with me. discover who you are.
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clownsuu · 1 year
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Oh please show us more clymene moth! Howdy concepts and how others react around him when they learn what may happen before it happens (or more reactions to when it has already happened, cause angst + this amazing artstyle is beautiful x3)
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Ok sooooooo I made a lil iddy biddi emo sketch comic cause I got heckin bored and wanted a lil bit of angst (just a wee bit)
cw that angsty emo shid
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Couldn’t stop giggling drawing emo Frank JDHCHDCHHDEJCNN
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worstloki · 2 months
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// Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief //
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philosophybits · 11 months
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Grief and disappointment give rise to anger, anger to envy, envy to malice, and malice to grief again, till the whole circle be completed.
David Hume, A Treatise of Human Nature
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ashintheairlikesnow · 21 days
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I stumbled across a man talking about having survived the 2004 Boxing Day Tsunami when he was a small boy, and he mentioned in passing an entire village that had been swept away - that a foreign government rebuilt the buildings, but that the village has remained empty, as people fear unsettled spirits of the dead are still there.
I don't blame them. I think I wouldn't be able to move in to one of those buildings either, for the same reason.
There are still emptied-out towns in Japan since the Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami in 2011. Even when people are told they can go back to rebuilt homes, few do. Retaking the towns happens slowly, uneasily. People live alongside a wrenching tear in the universe where their loved ones should be, surrounded by spaces where half-second glimpses of those long gone can happen at any time. With every breath, every blink.
I keep thinking about buildings as grave markers, empty rooms with ghosts living within them but no breath ever moving the air. Vines and leaves winding up walls and flowers blooming on pathways where there should have been footsteps. The sounds of birds singing in buildings that once held a crush and chatter of crowds.
Buildings as cairns, as tombs without bodies.
Buildings as empty memorials to a life that abruptly ended even for the survivors of the day itself. What was rebuilt was something else entirely. Can you live inside a wooden ghost? Can you sleep in a bed within its lungs? Can you wake up each morning and look up at bones?
Buildings as places where a teacup left on a saucer for twenty years seems still like it might suddenly rise to cool lips. Buildings where chairs line up before an arcade, dust-covered and decrepit but still brightly-colored, ready to welcome in players who are never coming. Buildings with the eyes of people. Buildings that watch, and wait, for the living to come and remember the dead.
Buildings as places where your fingers are always just brushing those of someone who should still be here. The weight of their presence in those empty rooms. The way you can almost hear their voice calling for you from just out of sight.
Buildings as memories of a future that didn't happen.
Buildings as reminders of a universe where this loss hadn't happened yet, where this confluence of horrifying moments hadn't yet come together. Buildings as grave markers, as memorials, as defiance against nature that indifferently destroyed us and never took notice of the loss. Buildings as our insistence on remembering that there was a loss, and that grief lives and breathes even if those we lost no longer do.
Buildings as our cries that you should still be here.
Buildings as thousands of voices whispering back, I am here. I will always be here. And so will a part of you.
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oblakdark · 1 month
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𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘
“𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸, 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝."
© OBLAK
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tell me; is the world really worth saving?
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rabarbarzcukrem · 4 months
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Not to defend Lu Guang's hypocrisy, but.
Can you imagine losing your best friend and deciding not to save them, knowing that you have the power to? And not only making this decision once, but day after day for the rest of your life? Being aware that you could go back at any given moment, and still persistently choosing not to? Can you imagine ever moving on? Living with yourself? Going about your day with the knowledge that not only did you let them die, but you're also continuing to let them die at all times by not doing anything? Can you imagine not going insane?
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practically-an-x-man · 2 months
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ok well that one's going straight on the favorites list for sure. absolute masterpiece. one of the most genuinely unsettling horror movies I've ever seen, and I've seen a LOT. It's all the slow descent into madness that the Shining movie wanted to be, the acting never missed a fucking beat (this is the guy's FIRST LEAD ROLE and goddamn did he command every second he was on screen), played super well on the 70s talk show on-air/off-air setting, then throw in some Cronenberg-style practical effects and I could not look away
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yashley · 11 months
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“After Eddie went missing, I didn’t want anyone to have to suffer through that anymore. I wanted to find answers.”
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bleaksqueak · 24 days
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Made a new yard pot since the ivy outside was blooming. Will probably grab the coffin planter thats currently under this one and do something new with it. I was keeping pennywort in it but one of the bad babies ate it all (animals are generally forbidden from my work desk, but they sneak on sometimes… that’s why all the toxic plants are high display only)… so it’s just sitting there empty.
Yard pots are fun tho, and look quite nice.
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