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vaguely-concerned · 7 months
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Thinking about the symbolic weight of smoking in the TLT universe that comes to the fore in The Unwanted Guest -- the way it moves through from person to person: Pyrrha smoked, and Augustine wanted to impress her in all her stone cold fox MILF James Bond glory (and tbf who wouldn't) so he started too. and even though as far as he knows she's been gone for a myriad and is never coming back, he keeps the habit. Ianthe sees something in the hollowed-out Faberge eggshell of Augustine that resonates with her, all that gilded eloquent emptiness and disdain through the ages, so she picked it up from him to try to emulate it. She picked it up so hard that Palamedes -- the exact spiritual antithesis of the 'smoking! on a space station! what a powermove' ennui Ianthe so admired -- spontaneously unnerded enough to even known how to, simply from a sort of contact contamination of the soul.
G1deon and Augustine sharing a jittery smoke after their near-Harrow experience during soup night, and it's the closest thing to any real sense of brotherhood that remains between them. Pyrrha going ten thousand years dying both literally and for a smoke (and then Camilla sold her fucking cigarettes (for a third of what they were worth, probably Pyrrha's own good, and also more importantly grocery money). what an entirely haunted time to be alive etc.). Augustine and Mercy trading a cigarette back and forth in the middle of their collusion over the love and murder of god.
An act of small and measured self-destruction in the name of something a little bit like connection when you're stuck somewhere in yourself where love itself dares not or cannot tread (ritualized, transmissible)..........
#the unwanted guest#the unwanted guest spoilers#the locked tomb#ianthe tridentarius#augustine the first#pyrrha dve#palamedes sextus#this series is going to make me lose my mind completely one day (affectionate)#the locked tomb meta#the fact that ianthe seems to have had some genuine admiration for augustine makes my head spin. of course though.#of course she sees the person who looks the most like he's successfully made himself impervious to the world#utterly untouchable and impossible to hurt because he isn't even really there#and she believes it! even after seeing the john mercy augustine mess at the end! because it's such a seductive idea#when you've stuck yourself in an inevitable ocean of pain to think you could make yourself numb enough that it doesn't matter#it's the emotional equivalent of 'oh there's water all around? well I just won't breathe in then. easy lmao get on my level'#she holds on to that thing from him even when it's been proved to be both impossible and ultimately untrue even in him#because uh. oh I'm about to be kind of sad for ianthe what the fuck is going on. he might actually have been the closest thing#to parental and especially paternal affection she's ever known. certainly known enough to try to model herself after#IMAGINE how fucked up the nine houses must be when augustine the first registers for anyone as a model of psychological survival#ianthe do you really want to be yourself completely so much that you're willing to be nothing. I mean yeah probably but. oh my god#gaining nothing at the cost of everything
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slowandsweet · 2 months
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I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I want to speak and comprehend word of wounding without having these words becoming the landscape where I dwell. I want to possess a light touch that can elevate darkness to the realm of stars. ― Terry Tempest Williams
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soulinkpoetry · 10 months
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We learn only how to numb the pain in a thousand different ways instead of facing it head on. The only way to heal is to walk through it.
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maybe-an-aspd-angel · 7 months
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thetardycreative · 26 days
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Thing about apathy
Baying for blood that might never come Knowing that I am numb Hoping I’ll die Because you think I care But there is no emotion there… You are ignorant if you think I could ever sink To such a point to care about that Where I’d take my life and then that is that… But the point of apathy is always this… We don’t feel or want at all… get the gist?
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butchdykekondraki · 2 months
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moore is So funny because the way i talk about it on here is the complete inverse of how it actually is
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gloriousmonsters · 10 months
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me at the dentist: hello this tooth is causing me unimaginable grief please take it dentist: ok you really want us to take it out me: i am giving up this tooth of my own free will it has a tiny knife and shanks me daily. please dentist: ok if you're SURE me: i am sure me, four hours after getting it pulled: where is my tooth??? where is my tooth, you Tooth Thieves? i had one that was destroying me mentally and now i don't, Where Is It-
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swallowtail-ageha · 4 months
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The devastating effects that my anxiety-induced ED left on my body and health and me SHing with needles when i was 15 suddenly leaving me because dafne said that my problems weren't as bad as hers because she got diagnosed with depression and i didn't:
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people keep saying that there’s so much to live for and places to see and people to meet. they tell me i have so much to live for and so many people care about me.
but i already knew all that.
i know im not a horrible person. i always try to be kind. i love with all my heart and while it backfires often, it doesn’t always. and i want a happy little family.
but im exhausted
im burnt
i’m done
i don’t care if it’ll get better. i really don’t bc i want it to stop all together.
but i can’t. i know my brother needs me and i’ve spent my entire life protecting him from as much pain as i could. and i’d do it all again
but that doesn’t make reality any easier
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mangoisms · 7 months
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completed both my midterm papers ☝️ they were article critiques and one of them was based entirely in philosophy and it was sooooooooo. such a pain. cause the prof was like Well good papers in the past have been around 10 pages. IDC you can’t get me to write 10 pages on philosophy of science. especially because it’s not an experimental paper. mine turned out to be 6 which is still good but. it’s not 10. and idc
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iloveyoumorethansoup · 10 months
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I think in terms of logging on or logging off I’ve made the decision that I’m logging on. I’ve never had particularly good mental health but it’s always been at its best when I’ve best consistently on this funky little website keeping my little soup talks diary
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aprilliouz · 11 months
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semercury · 8 months
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Also watched alien for the first time tonight with babe and I have two observations:
1. I hated That Scene so much. Like I knew I would, but holy shit it was so so much worse than I thought it was going to be. (And that somehow makes me like it? Or at least appreciate it. It accomplished its goal. I am upset and scared.)
2. Once again, maybe the real evil residents were the corporations and their greed causing harm to the innocents along the way.
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mew-cake · 1 year
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Again, I can't wait to start my job so I can be out of the house most of the day
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magnoliamyrrh · 1 year
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wait lol. it definitely did bc did&osdd develop not only from ~severe repeted trauma before 6-8 yes old~ but from the inability to form like, an actual stable and remotely safe normal connection to a caregiver lmaoo. love that for me. psyche literally fractured from too much lovecraftian level horror and being alone throughout it all. love it love it
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poetic-memory · 1 year
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Numb
Feelings need something to latch on to; that's the promise of being empty.
Feelings need something to latch on to; that's the burden of being empty.
©Melissa Cesarano 2022
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