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muse-oleum · 1 year
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so i have an issue. there’s this guy i’ve been talking to for months after swiping right on Bumble because theoretically he’s attractive. and we kissed a few days ago, on my end because I felt like he expected me to and on his, because he wanted to. and I absolutely hated it. like did not feel a single thing. and he’s a great guy, not fuckboy material at all but here’s the thing…
…I’ve told myself that i’m bisexual for years because i’m attracted to some men, the mr darcys of this world who are not only unattainable but entirely fictional to boot. not once have i felt actual real attraction to a real guy irl. and now i’m confused. and also i don’t know how to break it to him gently and tell the rest of my friends/family who now see us as a couple that i might have fallen prey to comphet for the past fiveish years. 🙃🙃
i thought for years i’d escaped queer confusion syndrome but here i am, a 23 yo virgin stressing the fuck out at 3am because it would appear that i in fact did not escape shit.
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dont-call-me-tiny · 11 months
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doesn't every crisis count as a mid-life one if we have no idea how long our lifespan is and it splits our life in two: the present and when everything was/will be alright
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weedle-testaburger · 2 years
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pretty sure evangelion has perfectly summed up how girls’ cliquey friendship groups work
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itislove · 2 years
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this is the most stupidest thing I will ever write in my life but I have to say it somewhere and if you can’t say shit like this on tumblr than idek.
in recent years I developed a lot of crushes on actors or musicians (gender neutral) and everytime the crush got really intense, said celebrity announced their engangement or that they are having their first child. 
now I’m not saying that I don’t want them to be happy, I do, and I know I will never meet them in person and it’s just a silly crush but it hurts nevertheless.
I also feel like some fucking oracle because this happens EVERY SINGLE TIME!
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tervacious · 2 years
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A sudden Nihilistic rant!  Featuring 300% more Nihilism!
I’ve sincerely reached the point, when doing research, of never taking seriously anything that appears as if by MAGIC online when there was never any inkling or evidence of that information prior to the existence of the internet.
One thing about being trained in research from Ye Olden Times when the internet was not a thing is it was difficult to get information and you really had to work for it.  And if you read every work on a subject (which I have on a few subjects), and it was, say, “historical”, not something like scientific research or archaelogy or what not, but based on available documents and storytelling, short of something that can be physically authenticated coming to light?  Everything else that MAGICALLY appears is, honestly, fiction.
And history is already mostly fiction, especially from certain time periods and when concerning certain kinds of people.
The internet, currently, is just awash in make believe and egregious shit.  We’re absolutely in a new Gilded Age in every regard, because during the last Gilded Age, ie roughly 1870 to 1929, newspapers made shit up, people made shit up and it got published as fact, magazines made shit up and it got published as fact, all the goddamned time.  And we’re right back to that same level of unreliability, only on an even more epic scale.  Men telling tales and lying and saying they are fact has always been a problem with history, men believing something is true when it isn’t or couldn’t be, men wanting desperately to believe something is true because it confirms or denies some deeply held opinion of themselves, other men, their country, has always been a problem with history.
I’m not saying nothing new is ever discovered, but if there’s no contemporary documentation and if it contains some amazeballs revelation, odds are beyond high that it is made up.  And I know I’m vagueblogging here because I don’t like to post about what I’m working on, but the last genuine “new” information I found on my subject was unearthed in an archive where it had simply been misplaced for over a hundred years and it could easily be authenticated, and the other was an extremely unexciting but important piece of information that was found in an unassuming way and also could be authenticated and/or accepted as true, and that was in the 1990s.  Everything else about this subject and, frankly, adjacent to this subject that was not recorded prior to, let’s say 2000?  It is so suspect that I’ve decided to just disregard it all.
And that begs the question, why do any of this?  What is the point?  I can’t figure out the point of anything as it is, but when it comes to research and pet projects that go nowhere and you have people accusing you of being close minded and refusing to consider “new information”-- no, I’ve considered it, and there is no credibility to it, so I’m rejecting it, there’s a difference, pal-- I mean, you know, why bother?
Spend enough time on anything that never quite gets off the ground and I think one day you’ll have to take a serious look at yourself and ask the question, what the hell are you doing?  Even if you don’t fall for the sunk-cost fallacy, look at this world and this country, the United States, and seriously, why does anyone do anything anymore?  
And, I mean, History?  In THIS economy?
I know I’m having a crisis right now and it’s effecting me overall, and I’ll probably delete this post or maybe not, but mainly what does the past even matter at this point in time?  What do our niche interests even matter?  How does art make a difference?  How do stories improve anything or answer anything?  I think stories are sacred and have meaning in and of themselves but then how do you tell them and recoup the effort that goes into making them when there’s just no way to do that under capitalism without MAGIC and fakery and, forgive the old timey language but also fight me, whoring yourself and making yourself acceptable in a way only women are ever made to do to get anywhere?
It’s not that I never second guess myself and my life but I’m having a real shit time right now, lads.  Maybe it’s menopause.  Maybe that’s all this is.  Maybe I need to just take a day off and then get back to it and never mind the consequences.  Or maybe I was always wrong from the moment I started this on a lark three decades ago and should never have gone back to it.  Who the fuck even knows?  Not this bitch.
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annikat12 · 3 months
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Need a little help from my mutuals.
I’m sorry to bug you all, but I am having a rough day with some intrusive thoughts and severe anxiety. I just need some reminders that I am in fact loved and wanted.
Thank you.
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investyourlove1019 · 6 months
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bixels · 20 days
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Was encouraged by Tulli to post some of my original work here today for portfolio day. Besides GG20s, I'm also developing a cyberpunk story about a rookie cyborg boxer in an alternate 2001 Los Angeles in the style of late-90s anime.
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I also have a side project, developing a video game idea on exploring the Pacific ocean and speculative marine sciences.
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Also some posters I've done, including a piece I made for The Lovers.
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bloodythornprick · 1 year
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TIME TO...
Contemplate all of my life decisions and rethink the course of my life.
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ITS WINTER AND IM FIFTEEN YEARS OLD AND IM ENTIRELY ALL CONSUMINGLY ALONE AGAIN. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH ALL THESE ORANGES.
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wall-eblog · 1 year
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"Man's Search for Meaning" by Viktor Frankl
“Man’s Search for Meaning” by Viktor Frankl
“Man’s Search for Meaning” by Viktor Frankl is a powerful and inspiring book that explores the concept of meaning and how it can provide purpose and motivation in life. Written by a Holocaust survivor, the book is a testament to the human spirit and the resilience of the human psyche. Frankl, a psychiatrist and psychotherapist, writes about his experiences in Nazi concentration camps and the…
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i want to write my fanfiction i want to learn how to draw on procreate i want to learn after effects and do cute little ship edits i want to read i need to pack the gifts for my mums birthday i need to finish a powerpoint presentation i spent so much weekends lately playing sims i -
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charlietheepicwriter7 · 5 months
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One of Jonathan Crane's last patients before he began his experiments with fear gas was a young boy, barely out of his toddler years, who'd wake up every night screaming from intense nightmares.
Jonathan could still recognize that boy over a decade later as the boy was wheeled into Arkham Asylum, strapped to a gurney. Danny Fenton shot him a tired grin. "Hey, Doc! You mind if we start holding sessions again? I got a lot more tangible fears I need to work through this time."
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under-lok-n-ki · 1 month
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tits out for Lunadeyis
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vivenecii · 8 months
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"Did you, uh... ever meet him?"
"Yes. Seemed a very bright young man. I showed him all the kingdoms of the world."
"Why?"
"He's a carpenter from Galilee. His travel opportunities are limited. [...] That's got to hurt. What was it he said that got everyone so upset?"
"'Be kind to each other.'"
"Oh, yeah. That'll do it."
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veryintricaterituals · 8 months
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Something about Good Omens from a Jewish perspective, something about Crowley, about questions, something about how we are not in heaven, about how we get to decide the rules here on Earth, something about discussion, about wrestling with G-d, and something about how G-d is outnumbered and doesn't get a say, something about how "heaven" and "hell" don't really matter, about trying to make things better from the context of our lives, something about leaving the world a better place than you found it, something about drinking and enjoying life right here and now, something about "they tried to kill us and failed, let's eat".
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