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themachomoron · 9 days
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What if you met your father when he was a child?
In another universe,
When he is a child.
We play catch in the woods
and as we play he tells me
he isn't allowed to cry
but sometimes the world
hurts him and he doesn't know
what to do with all that pain.
So I give him the shoulder
he needs to cry on.
And he does. He does
until the tears are done.
Afterwards, I buy him ice cream
and I listen to his laugh,
the glowing warm laugh
of a child who knows he is safe.
I wish someone could
have done that for him.
Been a kind, safe place
For the child he used to be.
Would it have made a difference?
Would it have made a difference?
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themachomoron · 9 days
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What if you could meet your mother when she was a child?
In another universe, I meet my mother when she is a child.
We go for a walk
at the seaside and she tells me all the things she loves about the world.
We share a hundred jokes and she laughs so easily, without a single worry.
I want to meet that version of her.
Wide eyed and full of joy.
Easy laughter and carefree.
Before the same world she loved so deeply broke her heart.
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themachomoron · 15 days
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"I think that perhaps they were both alone and they were young and a bit unsure of how to survive alone…"
Isn’t this what us humans do???
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themachomoron · 15 days
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Life is a beautiful journey, but we often forget to enjoy the ride. There was a phase in my life, where I found myself stuck in thoughts of the past. Questioning why things happened the way they did, wondering if I could have done something different to change the situation? But it led me nowhere, because the past had long gone by. It just made me think of my present in a negative light. I became less and less appreciative of the good things that were happening around me. And that is when I realised, how important it is to live in the present.
You see, the future is uncertain anyway. And of course, the past is unchangeable. But this moment, the present moment is always in our hands. This is the gift of the present moment, that we always have the choice to make it better. So take this reel as your reminder to soak it all in, appreciate the little things, and make the most of every opportunity. Let this be a reminder to live with passion and purpose!
Because who knows what tomorrow might bring?
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themachomoron · 15 days
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it took me a while to learn that life's purpose isn't just constant endurance but rather connections and emotions
like yes we can do all nighters, we can tolerate someone treating us horribly, we can be strong, we can eat a lemon with a straight face
but it's ok to walk away, to not endure things that'll only hurt, it's ok to scrunch up your face and cry at a lemon, it's ok to not feel strong
Life is pretty inherently hard, but that's not all it's supposed to be. That's not all it can be.
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themachomoron · 15 days
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I feel so passionately for the world its almost like a fiery inferno. But right now im sitting down with my mom and sister and were binging a show together. Its nice. I want to change the world so i will be kind to everyone starting with myself. I am enjoying this
"I want to change the world so I will be kind to everyone starting with myself"
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themachomoron · 15 days
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How can I find it in myself to care about the small joys when there's so many atrocities happening in the world?
There is space for both. Feeling joy does not take away from mindfulness of greater issues. In fact, it is critical to engage with the lighter side of things, otherwise you'll lose touch with what you're fighting for. You'll burn out. The world will not be saved by how much collective mindspace we give to atrocities. It will be saved by how many of us can get up and fight another day.
I know it's not easy to convince your brain of this, the things you think about aren't so easily controlled. But if giving space to the bad is preventing you from enjoying the good, it might be a good idea to step back a bit. Do something with your hands, talk to a friend, try something new. Disengage with worry as best as you can, and give yourself permission to do so. It is not a guilty pleasure; you are not harming anyone by taking a breather. And there are plenty of us filling in while you rest.
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themachomoron · 20 days
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does anyone feel overwhelming emotions seeing pictures of their younger self? like that's me but it isn't... I love him I wish she knew... I hope he's proud of me.... I miss him
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themachomoron · 26 days
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i was so fucking sad when i was 14 and now when i fold my laundry or see a pool of moonlight on the floor of my bedroom i know that miracles exist. i see love in everything. love sees everything in me too
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themachomoron · 27 days
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It’s crazy how low self-worth fucks with peoples lives
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themachomoron · 1 month
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i think probably magic is real.
the thing is that i was a teacher for a long time and sometimes i come back to this moment in the classroom where a 7 year old asked me are mermaids real? and i stared at her and had no idea how to answer.
for a really long time i just assumed that glow-in-the-dark paint/etc was a result of something made in a lab. i just recently found out that a specific mine in new jersey that just has rocks that do that naturally and it sent me for a loop about stuff.
because first of all - let's be honest, all of us: if there was going to be a naturally-occurring location for uv-activated glow-in-the-dark rocks? it would have to be in New Jersey. that's just the place that makes the most sense for that to happen. probably 10 thousand years ago cavemen were like. "oh this place is gonna be new jersey one day. this has new jersey energy."
the rocks only glow in the presence of uv light and are otherwise just normal rocks. in lord of the rings, there's a special sword that glows in the presence of orcs. it is magic, except that's a real thing that exists (and exists, as we have discussed, in new jersey, of all places). i guess maybe this implies orcs give off uv light.
yeah, okay. magic is just science. i know all the stuff about how ghosts are probably just caused by vibrating pipes. i knew about how there's a reason-for-all-of-this. but what do you mean that there's rocks that give you poison damage if you touch them. what do you mean that we live on the same planet as electric eels. what do you mean that a battery just, like - stores power?
and i don't know. in 20 years maybe they will find a mermaid but they will say something like well she's technically not a mermaid she's this other species, she has whiskers and not hair. and i will have to travel back in time and tell a 7 year old not technically, but there's something that is like a mermaid.
and she will look at me and think that what i am saying is science means magic isn't real and what i am actually saying is science is our word for why magic works. and then i will teach her about uv rocks, and new jersey. i will tell her to be a scientist, which is the same thing as being a wizard. there is probably a reason why sci-fi and fantasy are often grouped together. it is very lucky to be here, i think. if you squint, the improbability of it all - it does kind of feel like spellwork.
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themachomoron · 1 month
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Isn’t it strange and wonderful when people who love each other start to resemble one another? The little mannerisms, the way of speaking, small aspects of their personalities and even their looks. So devoted they become mirrors, reflecting love.
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themachomoron · 1 month
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“The entire earth has been made a place of prayer, except for graveyards and washrooms.” (Sunan al-Tirmidhī 317)
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themachomoron · 2 months
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In another world, my mother does not become a mother. She doesn't meet my dad or at the very least, she never falls in love with him. Instead, she goes to a college, pursues her dreams, travels the world in her free time, taking photos in France and trying new food in Tokyo and maybe she adopts a cat who sees the world with her and she never has to wonder about what if's in life because she is too busy living it. In another world, I do not exist, but my mother gets to live, not just survive.
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themachomoron · 2 months
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A black gay person who is a sexual conundrum to society is already, long before the question of sexuality comes into it, menaced and marked because he’s black or she’s black. The sexual question comes after the question of color; it’s simply one more aspect of the danger in which all black people live. I think white gay people feel cheated because they were born, in principle, into a society in which they were supposed to be safe. The anomaly of their sexuality puts them in danger, unexpectedly. Their reaction seems to me in direct proportion to the sense of feeling cheated of the advantages which acrue to white people in a white society. There’s an element, it has always seemed to me, of bewilderment and complaint. Now that may sound very harsh, but the gay world as such is no more prepared to accept black people than anywhere else in society.
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themachomoron · 2 months
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i always love to hear a story where two lovers realized that they had been in the same place at the same time before they officially met. like oh, the world has been wanting you two to meet all this time. it's just as eager as you are, but it must wait for the right moment.
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themachomoron · 2 months
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no thoughts, just them
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