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sadieshavingsex · 8 months
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wow. there is no one who can love you the way you want and need to be loved except yourself. there is no one who can undo and replace the painful upbringing you received from your parents or your God but yourself. nobody is ever going to be able to provide the level of care, understanding, and due diligence required to help you heal. nobody. nobody else can fix you and help you. you are the only person who can fully love yourself, know yourself, understand yourself. it’s you. it has to be you. nobody else can ever give you that or be that for you
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philosophybits · 5 months
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When an individual (or a group of individuals) is kept in a situation of inferiority, the fact is that he is inferior... Yes, women on the whole are today inferior to men; that is, their situation affords them fewer possibilities. The question is: should that state of affairs continue?
Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex
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rchetypal · 5 months
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"It is of course understood that if you give compassion to yourself you give it to the inferior being in yourself. If you give your compassion to yourself, if you are interested in the imperfect human in yourself, naturally you bring up a monster." — C.G. Jung
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wayti-blog · 5 months
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Treating other people as lesser beings does not make one a superior creation. Far from it. All of us are in different stages of awareness and character development, and, spiritually speaking, on our own individual soul path. It's like a teenager claiming to be a better human being than a toddler based on intellect and social skills... The divine truth is that all our eternal souls were created equal and are equally loved.
earth-school
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whats-in-a-sentence · 2 months
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All Englishwomen lived in a society that accepted without question the judgement of the ancient Greeks and the wisdom of the church fathers: that women were 'naturally' inferior to men, physically, mentally and spiritually.
"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory
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angelbvn · 1 year
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why when someone ignores me i’m like “wow so amazing!” or “holy shit they fucking want me dead-“
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postersbykeith · 10 months
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I don’t know who that ugly ass white hoe is, but Angelica Ross is getting at everyone who were involved with AHS bullshit. Fucking get em together, girl!
Update, people claiming to be allies have been checked.
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apleiphone2 · 8 months
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everytime i feel inferior i get down on the floor and do 20 pushups and it does not help at all
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semperardens-juli · 9 months
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[...] but once identified it acts to discredit and devalue the person in others' eyes, revealing them not only as different but as actively inferior, 'reduced...from a whole and usual person to a tainted, discounted one.'
The Lonely City, Olivia Laing (x)
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asyoulikeitnow · 1 year
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Every miserable fool who has nothing at all of which he can be proud, adopts as a last resource pride in the nation to which he belongs; he is ready and happy to defend all its faults and follies tooth and nail, thus reimbursing himself for his own inferiority.
Arthur Schopenhauer
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rchetypal · 4 months
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"The white man is chiefly characterized by an indefinite megalomania coupled with the feeling of inferiority: that is the thing which pushes us on and on. We must know everything, always in search of our lost divinity, which we can have only as long as we are in tune with nature." — C.G. Jung
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biblioquotables · 2 years
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‘They’re all maggots—still creeping in the rotting old corpse they call life.’
— J.B. Priestley, Benighted (1922)
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wiw3 · 2 years
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You’re Not Special
I’m going to mentally whip myself here for a moment because I feel like I deserve it, I’m not holding myself as accountable as I should to who I claim to be, and more or less, not being true to my word. I think it’s important that I get this out and then read it sober, later... That’s what a good person would do, right?
So here we go. I’m going to give it to myself pretty good, here. I say I, right now, but let’s switch to you.
Fuck you, man. Who the fuck do you think you are? You need to get your shit together, and other expletive-filled clichés that don’t really help you. You pull to Dan Harmon’s podcast. You idolize the idea of being able to perpetually destroy and redeem yourself cyclically... because it means someone like you might have hope. You also think that listening to it makes you unique or gives you some kind of unique perception. It doesn’t. It doesn’t make you special, you’re just another person getting too invested into a podcaster’s and celebrity’s life. It’s creepy and you should stop it.
It means that someone like you might be able to make it in the same profession. You love TV, and there would be more than tears if you one day found out that you couldn’t do it anymore, or at all. Rejection would be hard, but that’s what makes it worth it. You only do things worth doing anyway, because I know you. Or, you know you.
You shouldn’t have stopped writing this and allowed yourself to sober up a little because this is starting to become one of those long rants, and you don’t really want to think right now. You may come back to this later, you may never come back to anything ever again, but you need to know that nothing you do matters. The world is merciless and you need to let go of the fact that you... effectively control nothing, writ large. You control your own autonomy, and really, there are individuals who would call the validity of that statement into question.
The answer is that none of it matters, get drunk, set fire to things, except you don’t drink and you’re afraid of fires. California would be perfect for you, if not for a serious concept of institutionalized alcoholism. You’re droning on, now. You have a map to make for a friend, and it’s looking good so far. Strike up another joint you wrapped out of a cigarette you stole from your parents, and get that map done, asshole. You fucking degenerate piece of shit loser. Everyone was right about you, and you’ll never amount to anything.
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Okay... You can breathe, now, breathe in, out, and wake up! Boom, You’re awake. It’s okay... It’s all okay. No, no, it’s okay to cry just let it out, but you’re fine... You just needed to indulge in the melodrama for a bit to get it out of your head before work tomorrow. You’re hungry for something other than Fruity Pebbles cereal, but you smell like weed and your strict, no-nonsense father is doing orientation in the kitchen for some inane reason. Ask mom to get you some real food. She always pulls through... You love her more than you let on, but feel as if something was taken from you when you were very little by the two of them and you haven’t been able to trust them since... Maybe you’ll never trust them again... Then again, the thought enters your head that even if she was in the middle of work, she’d stop to make you something if you were hungry. Maybe she just likes being needed. I’d cry like a baby at her funeral, or maybe I wouldn’t, there’s no way to know. Just sit down and work on the map, you sissy Mary. There’re things that require your attention.
Sincerely,
Me.
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dogbonedog · 2 years
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Dog Bone - 34
Dog Bone is a collection of short stories, poems, and prose based on my personal experiences with depression, neurodiversity, and whatever else I've dealt with. The majority of these I wrote during my high school years, and do not always accurately reflect my current emotional and physical status. This is meant to educate and maybe even entertain. If you are sensitive to topics such as depression, self-harm, abuse, derealization, anxiety, self-blame, inferiority, and other such things, do not read this post.
I hate this place. I hate these people. I hate my life. Sometimes, it feels like I don’t belong here. Like I belong somewhere else. Like maybe I’m living in the wrong universe. Sometimes, everything feels so fake, so plastic. Like everyone is only here to hurt me, to spite me, to destroy me. It’s because this is all wrong. Everything is wrong. I know this because I could kill myself and no one would bat an eye. They would say, ”Oh Jonna? She’s gone now, huh? Well, that's too bad…Anyway, let’s talk about something actually interesting.” Then they would go back to their lives, never actually caring. I wonder... Why do they pretend to care? If they all don’t care, then why don’t they say something? Free me of my misery. I know Red Nose only cares about my homework, so she can copy off of me. That’s almost the only time she will talk to me because she actually wants to. Just so she can copy off my homework. Gosh, why do I let her? I’m so weak, I mean, just read what I’m writing. I’m only doing this for attention, right? I’m so annoying. I’m faking everything just to get someone to love me. My mom loves me, right? Vater has to love me too. Just look at everything he does for me. I need to stop this. But really, I just want to see God. I want him to embrace me, to free me of all this pain.
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tenth-sentence · 2 months
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Many women hoped they would have immunity from arrest because of their inferior legal status.
"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory
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