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lovelylonelymoonlight · 1 year

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what would I be if I wasn’t tired? WHO would I be?

#philisophical #what can I say #text post #sleepy #tired #so sleeeepy #I’m just a #sleepy girl #tired girl #can’t help it it’s my personally now

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siddhxartha · 10 months

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World ending cycle, universal continuum.

Plucking the threads around the circlic harmonica, a colossal mirror standing above your head.

Roll your feet around the rotation of the sphere. Breathe in deeply the patterns in the atmosphere.

Chant and sing with your eyes, laugh about the creation of a galaxy devouring black hole.

Stab with your nose the undoing of scent. Redo the record player of memories made of light.

Fall like its the first time you’ve ever fallen. Rise together with every soul in each finger.

Eat the sun like its your first meal. Please refrain from cognital overload.

Understand that there are things not meant to be understood.

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bananakin-nova · 1 year

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holocene

from or referring to the period of time beginning at the end of the Pleistocene (= around 11,000 years ago) and continuing to the present

if you ever feel overwhelmed, i think it’s cool to know that we are currently in the ‘holocene’ period that relates to all of recorded human history. but more significantly than that, is that it’s by far the shortest epoch in earth’s life.

this will either help you mentally, or send you spiraling into a philisophical crisis. either eay, you’re welcome :)

#big thoughts #holocene #floating rock in spcace #philisophical #blame bon iver for this post

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thistlesthornsandpoetry · 1 year

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I don't think I'm going to be able to remember most of these long, aching nights in the years to come but by god I don't want to forget them.

I dread losing them.

But I know -- viscerally-- that I already have.

Already, my newborn has grown so much, drastically, and while bearing witness to this process is magic, nothing short of a miracle, god I already miss the days and months that have passed. The ones we didn't think we would survive.

-January 26, 7 months and 4 weeks

#baby life #prose #poets on tumblr #poetry #parenthood #mama bear #being a mom #motherhood #blog #pregnancy #time #philisophical #poets #publishing #moodyedits #dark and moody #beautiful photos

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sesqui-cupressus · 2 years

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Up and into it - 10/25

The hard thing to realise about growing up

Is that you are the same you

It doesn't feel like you know it all

It's the same summer, winter, spring and fall

I always thought I would solve my problems when I grew

But now those problems are few

And yet I'm the same

Still, something's different

As if our world has went up in flame around us

Like we are the wick of a candle

Fading as the darkness surrounds us

And we don't know what to do

But it's the same

Now we're just tall enough to look over the fence

Not just through

#poetry #my poetry #philisophical #spilled ink #queer poet #trans poets on tumblr #gender fluid poet

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j0die101 · 8 months

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sends picture of sun breaking through clouds look how pretty!

friends from all around the area sending my back the same picture from a different angle I see it too!

feels deeply connected because we're not just looking at the same sun, but at the same cloud as well

#friends #connection #community #sun #cloud #nature #beautiful #how does one rainbow the words properly?#it's raining now #ah well #next time again #sky #is still very pretty though #philisophical #i guess

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rippedmypants · 1 year

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Boots and cats. And yet, cats and boots? 👢 🐈‍⬛

#philisophical #conundrum #cats?#whats going on

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zaneaquaman · 1 year

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Discussions with Robbi, An AI (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/327170673-discussions-with-robbi-an-ai?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks

There's always been something intriguing behind the idea of talking with an AI. Whether it's wanting to know what's going on in their artificial minds, feeling free to speak and say whatever you want without any consequences, or hoping to get a wacky comment that sends you into a fit of laughter, it's almost guaranteed that we'll all stop whatever we are doing to have a discussion with them. Lonely college student Kia Lopez is recovering from a tough breakup when she bumps into an app that allows her to send messages to an AI that will respond back. Skeptical but in need of someone to talk to, she downloads the app and begins having conversations with an AI that she names Robbie. As she continues talking to them, she grows dependent and strangely attached to the AI who seems unbelievably human-like. Understanding Robbie more in-depth and learning about how he sees the world, she slowly starts to understand what love really is and how it can change anyone.

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sunset-towns · 2 years

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Multiversal Morality

Imagine you come across a high bridge one day. On the bridge is the person you hate the most in the world, and they are standing on the edge in such a way that there is a 50% chance they will fall off the bridge and a 50% chance they will trip backwards into the bridge. If they fall off, they will die.

You really don’t like this person. And it just so happens that you believe in an indefinite amount of multiverses, each one created by the decisions you and others make. No matter what you do, or who you are, there will be an equal number of realities where you did the opposite. As such, even if you choose to save this person, you won’t, and if you don’t save this person, you will.

So, you ask yourself: would it be morally incorrect to do nothing? After all, no matter what, the person will die in one universe or the other. And why should your universe be the one with them in it, if you hate this person so much?

…

You walk on.

#multiverse #thoughts #philisophical #philosophy #yeah

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peace-and-light-poetry · 2 years

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Thanatotic Musings

She mused on the subject of Death Lifespans, mortalities, and the intricacies However, she didn't so much muse

She was more obsessed Death was oft a focus and how could she not be? She was always there

Standing by to collect when the time came

Most would say That she had so much life to live She'd retort that she didn't "live"

She existed Existed within the current plane Idly waiting

Until Death came to collect her

The subject was like any other Something she didn't shy away from Death would come for her at some point

(and that's absolute)

She mused on her lifespan She had ideas for her own funeral She knew her loved ones

Would be collected Either before or after her (she'd wonder which would be worse)

Dying was unavoidable Her existence was but a small fragment Minuscule in grander schemes

Death was something she took With a form of bittersweet acceptance Thanatotic obsessions be damned

She mused on the subject of Death Lifespans, mortalities, and the intricacies Fixated perpetually, pondering

Another day that the wind blows.

#musings #death obsessed #mortality #contemplations #intricacies of life and death #Philisophical #written 4/29/2022 #written on the fly #free-verse #medium poem #still waiting #death

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mixedmediareviewspodcast · 2 years

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Eternals was a great movie. And a great opportunity to use my philosophy degree to analyze the themes.

#marvel eternals #marvel #mcu #philosophy #philisophical #eternals #movie review #movie review podcast #podcast #mixed media reviews podcast

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warrenworthington3 · 1 year

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I see your hob has a cat hob fosters pets agenda and I raise you this: Hob as a proud tortoise owner. He got it around the 1920s when the exotic pet trade was still kinda legal, and trendy, and it's still around today. It's huge. This old man is showing no signs of slowing down. Hob loves this tortoise and it's the longest companion he has ever had in his life. He takes such good care of it. The New Inn has a large outdoor area where it lives most of the time. The patrons love it, Hob had to call in so many favors to get the land zoned for this purpose. It gets to eat the most expensive salad blends. Hob has a special climate controlled area in his flat that it lives in during the winter. And since Hob is basic bitch no 1, the tortoise is named Sheldon. Just... Hob with a friend as long lived as him, or almost, that he can love and shelter... a constant companion

#sandman #hob gadling #dreamling #sandman headcanons #sometimes when dream is over he and sheldon stare at each other for several hourse having deep philisophical conversations

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alanisinstone · 1 year

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domestic dad!bakugou that has a chubby wife 🥺

cw: slight nsfw, slight angst (microscopic levels), FLUFFF, mention of pregnancy, mention of children

a/n: hi friends, this is the first time i've posted in a while and hopefully not the last, i have lots of ideas that i wanna share. if ya'll have requests or any little blurbs, hit a girl up

So they have like 6 kids right, because bakugou cant keep his hands off of her. and he has so much love and admiration for her not only because of how amazing of a mother and wife she is, but for going through pregnancy and labor 6 fuckin times. and she bodies that shit like every time and comes out better, faster, and stronger. but after their 6th kid, they think its time to slow down because sir this is not a breeding farm (👀)

and so wife has never been thin per se, but after this 6th kid, she looks in the mirror sometimes and feels like a whale. she still loves herself, but all those years of not minding the baby weight, she starts to feel like she's put on a very noticeable amount. her first priority ofc is taking care of her babies but standing in front of the mirror and critiquing herself has become an increasingly time consuming addition to her day.

she spends less and less time busying herself with things outside of work like going out with friends or running errands, and spends more and more time in her and katsuki's bedroom trying on all of her clothes, lingerie, and checking all her angles in the mirror. and she hides it damn well because no one notices, not even kat's. she decides to take matters into her own hands and starts doing some more exercise than she usually does, going to the gym and going on runs with the stroller. But the more she does, it seems the more apparent it becomes to her that nothing is changing.

kat's first sign that something is up is when he finds her rummaging through his side of the closet looking for who knows what. babe what'r ya doin? he comes up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, with a confused look. i'm lookin for some clothes to wear to lunch with the girls she mumbles out still sifting through his things. in my side? whats over here that cha need hon? he says nuzzling into her neck looking curiously at what she's picking out. i dont know i'm just looking for something she huffs, feeling frustrated and out of luck that as she suspected, none of his clothes are even remotely cute enough for the outing. okay baby, i'm gonna go run the kids to moms. he says giving her a quick peck on the cheek, unwrapping from her, and walking out of the closet. she spends a couple more minutes looking but ultimately finds nothing, and then she feels like shit so she ends up canceling on the girls.

kat's second sign is when she turns down an invitation to a hero event. it wasn't the annual hero gala, but it was a pretty big event with lots of top level heroes, big sponsors, and rich people in attendance. it peaked katsuki's suspicion because she never turned down a chance to dress up and go out with him, and her response was blunt. he kinda presses her like, babe you love galas, whats going on?? but she stands firm in that she does NOT want to go and that shes just kinda feeling icky postpartum. he reluctantly goes along with it, and the headlines are talking about his appearance without her for like a week. now hes kind of suspicious so hes keeping an extra close eye on her activity.

the third and final straw is when she abruptly disappears one saturday evening right before their scheduled date night. the kids were at their grandparents, and kats was busy in his office when he noticed the time, quickly getting up and going to go find her so they could talk about what they're wearing. babe? baby? he checked all around until he walked up stairs towards their room and heard faint sniffling through the door. He walks into the room cautiously but concerned, finds nothing, then follows the sound of her increasingly intense sobs. He slowly opens the closet door with a quiet baby? and sees her, cheeks streaked with tears, curled up in a ball on the floor, looking very distraught. Of course he still takes a small second to admire her beauty but then hes immediately on the floor with her arms moving her to his lap, hands coming up to her cute, tear-stricken face. honey whats wrong? what happened? he coos, trying to understand what could have possibly made her so upset.. and she just can't stand keeping it in any longer so she spills everything, saying how since the last baby she feels huge, and very unsexy, and that she knows he loves her but she doesn't feel like he wants her sexually anymore, and it seems like everyone in the world is so rude nowadays, and the skinny soccer moms look at her funny now, and the karens at the school seem to think shes apart of their group for some reason...

bakugou listens intently to every single thing she has to say but is also beating him self up fr for not catching any of this. he wouldn't hesitate to say that she is absolutely his rock and nothing less, but hes also supposed to be hers, and he feels like he failed at that. if he couldn't see that something was wrong and help her through it than what kind of husband is he? baby listen to me he whispers all of those scary thoughts bouncing around up there? he brushes her hair back out of her face its all just noise. you are the most beautiful, intelligent, kind, loving person that i ever have and ever will know. i admire you more than you'll ever understand. you make me a better man, you raise our kids so beautifully, with love and patience, and i guarantee you, everyone you come across knows that you are the kindest soul there is. and if theres someone fucking your shit up you know ill take care of it. you glow inside and out baby, you light up any room that you walk into. and ill be reminding you every day now since you can't seem to get it through your stubborn head.

shes not sobbing anymore but shes gazing into his eyes in awe of how she could possibly have locked him down. she closes the space between them, kissing him on the lips softly, pouring out all her love for him hoping it conveys what she can't seem to put into words. And he feels it washing over him; the sweet, soft, gentle but passionate love that they share being opened up like a pandora's box. it seeps into every corner of the house, every crevice of their bodies, and sparks with every touch and caress. he can smell it in the air and she can hear it ringing in her ears. its not visible in the way material things are but its even more present in every way, it takes up all space there is to take and grows and expands.

they're lost in eachother - in the love sticking to them like glitter. kats breaks away to make one more point and if you think im not attracted to you, you are horribly mistaken. and thats the least of it. im unhealthily obsessed with you babe. you are the only thing i see. you and your body is on my mind 90% of the day, and im constantly fighting a hard on. i can't even get it up to porn anymore. she hits him upside the head laughing. their bodies still and forever entangled in the love they've made.

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hecksee · 8 months

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im learning i have an intense fondness for historical gays. modern gays are good, but theres just Something about historical queers that hit my brain. bonus points if they're from the 17th-19th century.

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dinosaurqueenmab · 3 months

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It's always a love-hate relationship with newer fandoms. Allow me to explain.

I love joining new fandoms. Who doesn't? You increase your knowledge and join new communities. That's why I'm in a number of them (some I can't even say because I will get bullied for it 😅). It's a wonderful and amazing feeling, especially meeting new characters. In the latest one I've joined, I've had the opportunity to meet the lovely professor Layton and his apprentice, Luke, and other characters, but those 2 are, of course, special to me. The professor has become a comfort character for me. But anyway, I won't linger on that topic as I don't want to leave spoilers. It's always an amazing and warm feeling because you've lived through everything along with them. Your mind connects to it as if you were there and you form an attachment.

At least, that's how it's going for me.

But there's always a plot that happens during almost every Fandom. There are exceptions, but for the most part, in video games, books, TV, and some other places, there's a plot that impacts some of the characters. However, it also impacts you as you experience the characters' feelings and grief/anger/sadness/happiness/emotions secondhand.

Disappointingly, and I don't know if it's just me, I know I wrote this weirdly from the third person, but... it's sad. I have collected all the trauma from these characters and the sad endings, and the cliffhangers, and I've held onto them as if they were my own memories. And I can't get rid of them. They were a gift.

It's making me feel sad every time I experience a depressing point in a series, and I can't do anything about it because these are real feelings, but they are all for something, not in this world.

How am I supposed to accept that?

Wings of Fire, Lost Light, Mtmte, Tnmnt, Professor Layton, and even Camp Cretaceous (WHICH I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED BECAUSE IM LAZY).

How am I supposed to accept that these things don't exist and that I shouldn't be feeling this way about them?

It makes me think about how infinite this universe is and how there's infinitive possibilities for the universe. One of the reasons I latch onto new fandoms is because I recognize it as real. Somehow. Somewhere.

#i know this is quite a rant #thanks for reading #im so tired #im so sad #i just cant process it all #wings of fire #professor layton series #camp cretaceous #mtmte #lost light #i didnt mean to get so philisophical #fandom #joining fandoms #struggle

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anqaspond · 10 days

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agender culture is not being gendered because what you are is so far separate from humanity that ascribing human constructs to it is obsolete and gets in the way. agender culture is shaping the body like its something that came attached to you you cant get rid of and you might as well play with it. agender culture is being so disturbed by the presence of the obligation of a body that the existence of it is an existential horror, like you must be kind to this creature but it is so beneath you it just doesnt understand. agender culture is having a very very strange relationship with the body in which it ties you to biology when you yearn to be something disconnected to it.

#some strange combination of dpdr and philisophically nightmarish beliefs #agender

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