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"la venida de cristo" (the cumming of christ)

paintings by fabián chairez (mexico, born 1987) also available as a postcard set

his exhibition in mexico city is currently being targeted by extremist religious groups and christian groups are trying to sue him (X) for his work so i thought i would show all of tumblr

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I think the only reason why I don't have a quarter life crisis is because I listen to old, wise and compassionate people very well.

They said to do things you can at the moment, and to know when to quit. They said it's okay to start over, and going broke in your 20s is better than going broke in your 40s. They said that our biggest competitor is our past scores, rather than other people.

They also said to do what it personally feels right because I'll get criticized anyway, so might as well do what I won't hate myself for doing.

Most of all, one old lady said to look at my body with kinder eyes and hold my current age with grace. She said she looked back at her old pictures and regretted how she felt "ugly and fat" back then because at the age of 70, that's the only time she realised how beautiful she was.

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I hate to admit that I crave worship and admiration. No, not just plain old romantic love, I want pure devotion. In the same linear timeline, I existed both as a desperate person hungry for love and a proud woman who thinks of herself as a god. I couldn't have been more antithetical than this.

20-year-old me would have been mortified of who she had become. I bet my 13-year-old self would have hated me, even.

So maybe there is truth in my boyfriend's words. I may be a misandrist because I do not seek to be his equal, I want to be his superior.

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Dear future dian, if you ever scroll back so deep that you find this post. Please DO NOT STOP STAYING ANGRY, PASSIONATE AND DRIVEN.

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Luteal phase when summarised in one screenshot:

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Why does it hurt more than when I first broke

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I wish my heart would shut up and become numb for a while

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My first heartbreak felt like dying in my own body while everyone's watching. My second heartbreak felt like a dull knife stabbed behind my back, a betrayal I feel towards myself and a confirmation that I am difficult to love.

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Is it me or is it my disability?

I lost track of where to blame.

Autism, ADHD, BPD.

Maybe it's me, the problem.

I feel so deeply, so passionate.

It feels like my heart is about to burst.

I am rendered helpless, isolated

Because my anger hurts others.

It's been long since I stopped hating myself

But today has been hard to process-

I can hear in my head, the voice of my ex:

"Everyone gets tired of you, they will all leave."

Affirms the words of my mother,

"You're not suited for marriage."

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Am I a cemetery or a garden?

I was too preoccupied to know if I was planting a seed or burying a dead body.

To my eyes, it was all the same. I look at my nails and they are filled with soil from the Earth I clawed.

Everyone expected my plot of land to be filled with flowers and bees, but I only had one seed and the rest corpses.

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Was it not enough, fate? Do I have to change in the complete 180° turn? You demand such a high price I cannot pay in full. You made me love the person who I was and then commanded me to blow its head with a gun.

You made me bury the people I once were because killing them with my own hands was not enough for you.

I never understood the way of the gods.

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Encounters like these remind me that the isolation and rejection I constantly get from society (relatives and ex-friends) are worth every ounce of pain.

I hope to make a big difference someday and reach more women and children. May Lady Inanna bless me with the power and influence to do so.

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THIS MAN. Praise be Lady Inana, Your name, Your holiness is unmatched.

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Embracing my womanhood, my body, my face.