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jaggedjawjosh · 1 month

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You asked for my trust, then marred it with betrayal, wondering why the faith was lost.

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leo--len · 7 months

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I just had a revelation about humans ingesting caffeine. We don't really think of caffeine as posion, but it is, and i've just experienced it first hand. This morning, I was in class when I decided to chug my bottle of now cold coffee. Like, 16 ounces of light coffee. And I think that because my stomach was completely empty, it absorbed into my body almost immediately.

Suddenly, I began to shake, my mouth began to water, and I almost threw up in the middle of my teacher's lecture.

I left and went to the restroom to THEN dry heave for the next several minutes, half an hour later i'm still super shaky and wired.

I just find it so odd that people hundreds and hundreds of years ago probably had a reaction similar to this, and instead of just avoiding the seemly poisonous plant, they decided to cultivate it to make the effect stronger and integrate it to their culture.

Kinda just shows how unbelievable humans are that our first instinct when encountering a new plant or berry is to stick in our mouths and see how it tastes.

#humans are space orcs #caffeine #caffeine overdose #introspective #humans are weird

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19silvermirrors · 4 months

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Playing a tune with torn strings.

#xiyao #lan xichen #jin guangyao #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #angst #tragedy #introspective

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somos-deseos · 6 months

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Art: Alireza Karimi Moghaddam 🎨.

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life-imitates-art-far-more · 2 months

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Myron G. Barlow (1870-1937) "Reflection" (c. 1920)

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usiel21 · 29 days

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I had someone call my writing of Wenclair "Shakespearean" Yesterday and i haven't stopped thinking about it. As a writer who doesn't think much of their work and yet continues to write anyway - This means so fucking much to me - you have no idea - I work damn hard to be at least halfway decent at my craft. Especially as someone who feels like an outsider at times to the LGBTQ+/Wenclair community as a straight person, whose trying every damn day to understand the struggle and prejudices that still run deep in society simply for the people you choose to love and be with.

If you are Gay I will stand with you.

If you are Lesbian I will stand with you.

If you are Bi I will stand with you.

If you are Trans, guess what? I. Will. Fucking. Stand. With. You.

Whatever the ever loving fuck you happen to be I will stand with you, An ally in arms.

Writing for a Lesbian ship has widened a perspective that I had been so damn oblivious to for most of my life. The other night i learned just how horrific it can get, how horrible straight men can actually be to woman who aren't into them/straight.

I vow never to be like them. I have friends that I have made here, good people, amazing people that mean more than words can describe to me that I strive to be with them in every single second I can steal from them.

I will try and continue to try to be the best version of myself.

And I will continue to write and craft.

Because if one person can change.

If I can change.

Then so can the rest of the world.

#wenclair #introspective #lgbtq community

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lostandoverwhelmed · 1 year

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is anyone else always desperately attempting to understand absolutely everything they possibly can about the human condition and experience in the futile hopes that they might understand themselves a bit better (if at all) by doing so.

or to at least find some sense of comfort. or relief.

#what is being a human even supposed to feel like #spilled thoughts #introspective #maybe its the autism #questions #life is strange #lifestyle #life quote #quoteoftheday #humans are weird #hey alexa google what to do when you feel more like a gelatinous blob than a human being #human behaviour #mental problems #mental health #mentally tired #mental illness #autistic feels #feelings #all the feels

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ruth-t · 9 days

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It’s not that you took my breath away, it’s that you taught me how to breathe.

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wordswithloveee · 8 days

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The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing....

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cr3sswellsgf · 6 months

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not right now babe im busy thinking about how ill die before learning all the languages i want to learn and reading all the books i want to read and consuming all the media i want to consume and going all the places i want to go and meeting all the people i want to meet and loving all the things i want and am meant to love, but maybe that forces me to enjoy the fleeting time i have left in a manner that would've been otherwise impossible had i had all the time in the world to get my fill of knowledge, love and everything in between

#booksbooksbooks #bibliophile #book lover #bookaholic #introspective #core core #hope core #poetry #im healing #know its for the better #currently reading #taylor swift

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breelynnxoxoxo · 3 months

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SERENE SOLACE! 💋💋💋

#quiet time #time to myself #introspective #alone with my thoughts #blonde attraction #blonde temptation #beautiful breasts #amazing body

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jaggedjawjosh · 1 month

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Sometimes, the hardest battles are the ones we fight within ourselves, wrestling with demons that only we can see.

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19silvermirrors · 4 months

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I saw the crescent — you saw the whole of the Moon 🌝

#yin yu #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #crescent moon #crescent #horses #monochrome #greyscale #inktober #introspective #friesian #contemplative #philosophy #long hair #ink #thoughtful

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somos-deseos · 6 months

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Field Lavender.

Photo By: Indrajeet Choudhary.

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averageanonymous · 4 days

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Summary: Crowley reflects on all the things he can not say.

TW: very brief (less than a sentence) mention of abuse.

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Sitting alone in his flat, surrounded by his plants, Crowley thinks that he could drown beneath the weight of all the things he doesn't say.

He tries not to dwell on it.

After all, what good does it do?

But sometimes, in the dark and the quiet, he finds himself reflecting, suffocated by solitude, caught in the realization that his entire existence is built upon an amalgamation of half-truths tangled in an increasingly complex web of lies. Their weight rests heavy on his shoulders, every false word leaving a bitter taste on his tongue.

Meanwhile, every true thing he has ever thought or felt is kept on a leash, chained to his heart and left to starve.

It's exhausting.

The way he pretends he gives a single shit about Hell, or Satan - he doesn't. He must play his role, though, and play it well, crafting whatever narrative is required to ensure he will never be required to take up a position back in the dark, stinking Pit. So he does, taking credit for so much of the awfulness that humans inflict upon themselves. Immersing himself in their cruelty, their wickedness, reporting on it as though it were his own cruelty made manifest, and all the while wondering, questioning in silence, how God could have created something with the capacity for such evil.

But he must never speak his loathing for the devil, for damnation, for Heaven and Hell and the Plan, the Great bloody Plan, and never admit the way the suffering of the world and all the people in it hurts him.

And it does hurt.

It hurts every time Heaven turns a blind eye to a hungry child, refuses the prayers of a beaten woman, denies the pleas of a prodigal son.

It shouldn't though. Not for him.

He's a demon, after all, stripped of Grace, damned by God Herself. He had Fallen, burned alive in boiling sulfur, been changed into this cursed shadow of himself. Hadn't that been punishment enough?

It wasn't, apparently. More penance must be owed because he, an immortal being, must watch these humans in their misery, and it hurts. What's worse is that Crowley does not understand Why.

He thinks he will never understand, and isn't sure he wants to.

And even if he could give voice to this pain, this confusion, who would hear him? God's ways are Ineffable, and all the while, Satan laughs. There is no one, no one, who sees, who cares, not the way he is compelled to see and to care.

No one, except perhaps...

Aziraphale.

The sense of drowning begins to become unbearable, sinking deeper, reaching farther. All of the pain of hiding from Hell, of cursing Heaven, of seeing the beauty of humanity dragged through the mud again and again and again by its own fallibility, it is all amplified by the agony of the lie that consumes him most of all: the facade he crafts each and every day as he forces himself to act as though he - a demon - is not entirely devoted, black heart and broken soul, to an angel.

He loves him.

A plain, simple truth.

And it is a torture to pretend as though he doesn't; as though he hasn't loved that angel for over six thousand years. To pretend that the angel is not beautiful, and precious to him beyond imagining. To pretend he isn't a balm against Crowley's brokenness, soothing his pain, easing his confusion, bringing him some semblance of peace.

But in loving him, the web of lies only ties itself tighter, and the loneliness only grows. Crowley knows, he knows, he must not reveal this truth, for both their sakes. And so he forces himself to let the years pass, not seek the angel out too often, not contact him needlessly, not ask him to go to dinner, get a drink, go for a walk, do anything, anything at all, so long as they do it together.

Oh, the way his entire being vibrates with the desire to be near him, though, near him always, his every cell and atom yearning towards him like a light-starved flower towards the sun.

The way he has to physically restrain himself from touching him when they are together: his hair, his face, a brush of fingers or legs or lips.

The way he has to hide his eyes for fear they'll give away the truth in his soul, that he would do anything, give anything, be anything, for him.

The way he cherishes every smile, every laugh, every glance, collecting them like flowers, pressed between the pages of his memories.

The way he dreams of an impossible future where they are together.

Together.

Just the two of them.

Away from all this; from Heaven, from Hell, from God and the devil, from humanity and all its suffering.

He sits in his flat, head in his hands, his plants leaning toward him as though they can sense his loneliness, as though they could help.

In the quiet and the dark, he loves, and he loathes, choking upon his silence, crushed beneath millennia upon millennia of dammed emotions, a reservoir held within the fragile walls of his heart, the pressure building, demanding release, begging for relief, but he will find no catharsis and he knows this.

He knows it

and he drowns,

and drowns,

and drowns.

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Thanks for reading 🖤🤍

I imagine this "scene" would happen sometime in the years prior to the Armageddon that wasn't. And yeah, it's literally the opposite of "Because, underneath it all, Crowley was an optimist." But know what? I'm in my feels today, so Crowley gets to be too, and that's that.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens angst #angst #introspective #ineffable husbands #my words

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floridx · 10 months

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el cuerpo como dispositivo de procesos

el agua en sincronía

las promesas devienen en aciertos

me recuesto en las piedras calientes

me arden los ojos de llorar

suspiro

gracias por las enseñanzas

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#35mm photography #film photography #35mm #analogue #filmisnotdead #35mm camera #fotografia analogica #camara analogica #film #analog #35mm film #lago #lagomoreno #coloniasuiza #kodakfilm #proimage100 #the35mmdiary #diario #introspective

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