i hate being a mentally ill adult actually. i hate that there’s always groceries to be bought and housekeeping to do and work in the morning i hate that we have no space to feel it all i hate that we walk around acting normal. there are so many people i know who are clearly deeply unhappy with their lives and we make silly little jokes that allude to it but sometimes i want to grab them by the shoulders and scream ‘i know you are miserable!! we can’t keep living like this!! this is why people break!!’ im sick of this drudgerous apathy i want us all to be dramatic like when we were teenagers i want us to sob together and scream bloody murder at each other and tell each other we want to kill ourselves not as a funny post-ironic joke but because we all feel like that sometimes!! i want us to get fucked up on god knows what til we can’t open our eyes i want us to take care of each other instead of always taking care of ourselves i want us to be vulnerable i want us to hold each others hands in the ambulance!!
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once again thinking of the quiet grace of ghosts allowing a bunch of lonely souls who were never treated right to keep on trying, to get a second chance at being treated with kindness and respect, of patching together the holes in their lives and finding the tender recognition they never got while alive. none of the ghosts were ever cool in their lives: robin gets ignored by his caveman buddies, thomas is taken advantage of, pat gets cheated on, mary gets burned, fanny has a loveless existence and kitty is tricked by the people she trusted. humphrey tries his best to reach out and remains as lonely as ever, julian revels in cutting off everyone he loves and never gets to fix it, the captain shuts his soul down to keep doing his duty. there are people in their lives who love them but we get the sense the ghosts still aren't ever truly seen while they're alive. so to get a second chance at loving, to be a lonely person and allowed to have another go at being held—what grace. what infinite grace to live on like that, even if it's a half-life, because it's a life they were denied when living properly.
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it's sincerely SO amusing to me that both times we've been at the Tripotentiary mansion, formerly the Consector's mansion, during Weepe's residence, it's mentioned Spahr used to live here. i hope it continues to happen, just do it every single time we're there.
i genuinely love the narrators take every opportunity to remind us that Spahr lived in this place before he got kicked out, but they still haven't told us where he lives now. absolute best choices.
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There's something so insane to me about being able to create and recreate vintage or even ancient music, clothes, fabrics, building architecture, anything, really.
I watched this video about a lady who knit a WWII-era vest, and it was really unique, because the cable work would eat up yarn, when there were shortages of fibers. This pattern would have likely been used by people to send overseas to soldiers, and now it's being created in a time where this war has been over for generations. What were the people making this pattern thinking of? What about the people making the vest? Could they fathom a world where world wars didn't happen back to back? Could they imagine what peace felt like, or did it fade like a distant memory, a faint friend? All we have now are the remnants of their efforts, a "simple" vest that would warm the bodies of countless people the knitter would never have imagined were here on earth with them.
We're reaching across time to learn about other people - we're reaching our hands out just to grasp anything tangible. And when we've take hold of something, all we can do is say I love you I love you I love you
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I often wonder about the quote-unquote logistics of Corvo the Black/Emily the Butcher endings. Emily makes more sense to me, in a way, carving her way through the empire only to come back with blood caked under her fingernails and realising that she did everything her father refused to do 15 years ago. but why did Corvo have a similar choice?
what happens to the statues later? does Emily keep her father trapped in stone? does Corvo look at his daughter, frozen in the moment and considers freeing her? is he at his deathbed when he finally reaches out and cups Emily's cheek, freeing her into a carcass of an empire that he gutted for her, in her name, in the name of her mother?
when I first heard of the endings I thought that if you reach very high chaos, you are locked into this choice - Corvo or Emily tries to free the other and the stone just doesn't budge. they are trapped. the quest is over but the world knows that the bloodshed was extreme and this is the punishment they have to face
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