ppl will be like "this is unhinged" but the door is just ajar
No you cannot fix your entire life at 2am. Go to bed.
You can fix some of it though! By going to bed.
Ever since I read a post saying "don't trust yourself after 9pm" whenever I find myself spiralling at 2am I check the time, see it's after 9pm, and remember not to trust myself and just go to sleep. Works wonders. The problems are never as bad in the morning.
We don't talk enough about how utterly lonely it is being chronically ill and/or disabled. Most times I'm able to cope with it, but sometimes it's absolutely crushing, all encompassing, to the point where I can feel it in my bones.
Check in on your chronically ill and disabled loved ones. We're very tough and persevering but that doesn't mean what we're going through isn't really hard and isolating.
hits the bong and immediately becomes aware of the narrative
hits the bong again and looks directly at the camera knowingly
this is how eve got expelled from Eden
I like how bong can mean both penis and that big vertical disk that makes a lot of noise.
that's dong and gong. bong means neither of those things
This edible (fruit from the tree of knowledge) ain’t doing shit.
I’m naked.
get out of the fucking garden
Gooooood morning everyone! And happy clown week!
i do think people talking about how “it wasn’t the minotaur’s fault” are missing the fact that the minotaur was meant as a punishment. it was not his mother’s “fault” for getting pregnant by a bull either. poseidon (or depending on the version, aphrodite) magically compelled her to do so. had minos not kept the bull (breaking his agreement with poseidon) none of this would have happened.
minos then could have killed the minotaur or left it to starve. but he was angry at athenians for killing one of his other children (out of jealousy/a wicked stupid reason). so instead he trapped the minotaur in a labyrinth he forced daedalus to make and demanded a regular sacrifice of 14 athenians to feed the minotaur (with the implicit threat of war/releasing the minotaur on the athenians should they refuse). he turned poseidon’s punishment for him into his punishment for athenians. (you could make a decent case that the story of the minotaur is about the cycle of abuse, and how cruelty begets cruelty).
but the story is not one about the minotaur’s monstrosity or his innocence. he is, in essence, an active volcano; an (un)natural force that arose because of the gods anger (which arose because of minos’ cruelty and greed). i love treating him like a fully fleshed out being with intelligence and emotions but in the original contexts he’s about as sentient as a woodchipper. there was no option for redeeming him. you cannot redeem an act of god’s wrath.
“You could make a decent case that the story of the minotaur is about the cycle of abuse, and how cruelty begets cruelty”
Ah, see that’s it, isn’t it? I’m not going to go off on a tangent about the difference between oral and literate storytelling, because that’s a whole ‘nother thing, but these stories about absolving the minotaur, giving him innocence and infancy, are all about breaking that cycle of abuse - asking if violence NEED to beget violence, or if we must carry our parent’s sins in our own lives and bodies, and monstrosity.
It interests me a LOT how a website of often very damaged people, carrying a lot of intergenerational trauma, who are ALSO one of the most highly therapised and self defining groups I’ve ever encountered should be asking these questions. We are not just asking sympathy for the devil, nor demanding his redemption - we are actually considering the possibility of a kinder world, where the devil need not be damned in the first place. Where the cycle of abuse and cruelty STOPS HERE.
I am also finding it FASCINATING how this corner of the Internet’s approach to myths and legends seems to be “but what if… not?” There’s another great post going around about how “of course Hades snatches a young girl from her mother, THAT’S WHAT DEATH DOES.” And watching this, I’m feeling both an immense naivety and a fierce sort of optimism at work - what if power wasn’t sometimes arbitrary and corrupt, what if love weren’t cruel, what if death wasn’t needless and sudden and final? There’s both an arrogance and a hopefulness to it. That the world can be made kinder, and gentler, if we’re pigheaded enough about it.
You cannot redeem an act of god’s wrath.
Worth a try, though, right?
Unironically the biggest death knell I heard for twitter was the fact that, as far as anyone is aware, there are no longer any furries working at twitter.
The rats have fled the sinking ship
The wolves have fled the sinking ship
The dragons have fled the-
I'm not even joking furries account for like 30% of all modern tech infrastructure.
OUR COUSIN MADE IT TO THE NFL
This your cousin? What team is he in?
Our cousin
"what if im a bad person" yeah? well what if you arent? what if you're trying your best and you're growing and you're kind? what then?
This is one of my top 10 most quoted/riffed on lines of all time. I say "may God bless and keep _______ far away from us" at least once a week.
from Fiddler On The Roof in case anyone was wondering
One great metaphor for the Jewish “hell” is that of the Supernal Washing Machine. If a pair of socks are covered in filth, is it punishment to wash the socks on heavy-duty? Are you in any way punishing the socks for being dirty? No, of course not. The experience of what people call “hell” is merely the cleansing process. That is not to say that it isn’t painful or difficult. As mentioned above, the process includes experiencing all of the negatives that one caused in their life.
nf-dooom
[ID: photo of a racoon peeking its head through a heart-shaped hole in what looks like a fence post .end ID]
If i had a nickel for every time a i queue’d a description but then the photo got removed for violating tumblr’s community guidelines even though it was just a picture of an animal, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s funny that it’s happened twice
Racccoon had their badonkers out 😥😔
“hamlet tries prozac” by tawanda mulalu, from his book please make me pretty, i don’t want to die (princeton series of contemporary poets, 2022)
[ID: A scan of the aforementioned poem in said book, warped with the binding of the spine and underlined occasionally (marked here by asterisks). It reads:
"*Hamlet tries it and suddenly the firmament's floating.* / He takes Ophelia out on a date, says he's sorry for being a dick, / and they make faces at each other over a steak that's too well-done / but he doesn't berate the waiter about it. He just chews the steak / and Ophelia dives into the ribs, stickied fingers playing over / the bones with a newfound sense of comfort. *Later, when they take / a bath together, she'll look at his ribs and poke at them, pretend / that in between them flowers might spring out, that imagining / this might make the next bit a bit easier. He's gentle, / which she appreciates, but it doesn't make up for his pale / skinniness. He's sleeping now and she's looking at his ribs, then / presses a finger between two of her own, finds no difference.*''
End of description.]
i want art to feel EARNEST. this disgusting, near pornographic level of tongue in cheek meta humor is making me sick to my stomach. i don’t know how many more movies i can take about clever subversions and the movie winking at you to say “we know it’s a little silly, but…” where is the whimsy? why can’t we believe in the pretend you’ve created? why don’t you have enough faith in it? in my ability to believe?