#blogpost

[tenebrare]

Stuff and my stuff

Also i broke Butterball figurine today. *sighs* But no i do not regret that I took it out of the box. Stuff is there to be enjoyed - life is too short.

[four-alligators-in-a-trenchcoat]

What do I do without a smartphone?

When I got a dumbphone/flipphone, I immediately started living a super cool super fulfilling life! I travelled a ton, ran a marathon, immediately got good at art, read 4 books in a day, and now have 22 close friends! Thats exactly how it works, i'm not lying AT ALL, trust me ;)

...ahhh okay you got me, thats not actually what happened.

Yes my life did change, and all for the better! I do have a cooler and more fulfilling life now, but not like that, I just started living a regular life? This little post is about what that looks like these days (for me)

First, a little bit of math. My screen time with a smartphone was 5.5 hours on a good day and almost 9 on a bad: about an average of 7.25 hours a day. Ive been smartphone-less for a little over about 5 months; just about 170 days.

Average 7.25/hrs a day x 170 days = 1232.5 hours total/24hrs

51 full 24-hour days I got back.

ALMOST TWO MONTHS OUT OF THE FIVE

- Alright, i've never done that math before, holy shiitake mushrooms thats insane. Back on topic, oh my god I would have spent 2 months out of the past 5 entirely on my phone

What do I do instead? What consumes the hours? Or the in-passing minutes?

I live normally, just without a phone honestly, it didn't make me suddenly want to run a marathon or just turn into Picasso day one. It just gave me back the opportunity to live.

I turned to my hobbies, like ceramics, reading, journalling to bring the simple joys back into my everyday!

I stopped being able to distract myself from how icky I felt when I didn't move my body, so I slowly started swimming again!

I started to blog a little! Thanks for reading :D

I got bored at home, so I started seeking out social spaces and hanging out in person with friends and prioritizing making them!

Those are huge things, really big, hour by hour things that take up my life now. I am still a student, in a demanding major, who tries to study 5 hours a day, and I work part-time. Is that the most prominent change? Absolutely, but in the minutes passing between tasks, before I leave somewhere, waiting for something there is also a little mojo added back into my day. I would have been spending those little snippets of time pacifying myself on a quick scroll, 20-30 reels on IG that I would never remember. Instead those morsels are spent...

Doing nothing! Sitting around is a forgotten joy, don't be afraid to be alone with yourself, its the only way you will get to know you.

Sudoku! If i've got 5-10 mins waiting somewhere and feel up for the task, a quick sudoku from the little book I carry around is great.

Tidying up/cleaning! I mentioned this in a past blog post, but it's easier to keep the space around you tidy when you reclaim those little minuets while your breakfast is cooking or your waiting for the water to boil. Bagel still in the toaster? Why not give the kitchen a quick sweep! Coffee is steeping? Wouldn't you know it, thats how long it takes for me to unload the dishwasher! (still a student living at home, that dishwasher is a FULL 4-person dishwasher man)

People watching, takin' a quick ol' gander at your surroundings. Make sure you haven't forgotten what life looks like, or what the general population is up to.

I still spend some time on Tumblr, Reddit, and Pinterest, its not like I went cold turkey or that I'll never see social media again. Its easier to live your life when you have the time, and its easier to have the time when you don't have a monster algorithm in your pocket built to addict you. You can do it! Do it at the pace that is good for you, but get those two months back!

☆ a photo of my cat for good luck ☆

[dailynaeleon]

sorry again. was also busy af today. take my special move MAKOTO TEXTPOST DUMP PART 1

[jennifermeyering]

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[tarnishedtestament]

"On Timers and Fog"

There’s this moment in Under the Red Hood — Jason sees the bomb. Timer’s ticking.

He doesn’t run. He just stands there.

Not because he wants it to end. But because he’s tired of waiting for someone to stop it.

That scene — it lives in me lately. Not because I’ve given up. But because I’ve felt what it’s like to run toward hope until it breaks my legs.

I still believe… somewhere in me. But tonight, I’m not chasing. Not building my day around a maybe. Not checking my phone like it’s a life raft.

I’m just… here.

Standing in the fog. Letting the ache breathe. Trying not to hate the quiet.

It’s not moving on. It’s not letting go. It’s just… letting be.

And if no one shows up?

I’ll still walk out of the rubble when it’s time.

Scarred, sure. But still mine.

[whokilledjared]

the sluttiest thing a man can do is be himself. (& takes on social media)

Hi.

I'm lonely.

The moment I got "two weeks off school" in sophomore year, life went to 4x speed & I can't turn it off no matter how hard I try.

Maybe COVID-19 adolescence did numbers on me. Somewhere between the iPhone 5c and ChatGPT, 14-hour screen times have live-streamed to me a steady, homogenous death of culture.

Nothing is cool anymore. Nothing is sacred. Every movement is a trend, and every cult classic a sequel.

The value we place on things being beautiful, on being "cool," and our gatekept appreciation of how hard these things were to find: it's been co-opted, or perhaps stolen. It's been stolen by the new merchant class. "Disruptors" and "innovators" turning our lives into a burgeoning black mirror prequel. Soon, we'll graduate too, and we'll wring every morsel of value in each others' lives dry for cash.

Plain and simple, I think we're being manipulated.

Your dates are an algorithm. Your music is a social signal. And Zuck knows when you sleep.*

God. What the fuck are we doing???

“Individuation is becoming the thing which is not the ego, and that is very strange.” — Carl Jung

Recently, I deleted Instagram. My first impulse was to post a story or something, announcing my departure. But then, I thought that would be lame.

I got rid of my account, too. Kinda. Over 1 year, over 800 followers removed, and what remains of me is a little grey icon, and "JM_0000000010" where my name and face used to be.

yay.

There were many people I wish I could have been friends with, but I wonder, too, why I find myself so drawn to the validation of others. Does social media affect me worse, or do we all just choose to ignore it, languishing in private?

At any rate, this last year has almost felt like re-learning how to be a human being.

Personally, I think one of the biggest markers for maturity is when you become willing to disappoint the people you know in favor of what feels right to you, when you start to unravel the stories you’ve told yourself (or been told) about who you are and what you should be. In short, the sluttiest thing a man can do is be himself.

And sometimes, I think about every college student that has ever lived. My grandmother, my dad, and so on. Just consider for a moment all kids who graduated before 2010:

What was it like for the ones in 1940? To walk around, before a campus had computers? In 2006: To meet someone pretty, but forget their number? In 1999: To cram into dorms, and watch Seinfeld live on-air?

Would I, like my dad in 1988, have braved cold night, brisk wind, & landline phone-call just to knock and see if my friends were too busy to hang?

What stories could I tell if there was even the slightest chance of getting lost on the way home from a party?

Humans are social creatures. We crave our friends like water. To me, the clearest difference between Dasani and Instagram is that one of them comes in a bottle.

Yet despite these distractions and comforts we have in 2024, somehow, we still have engineering students. People who carve out time in their day to sit down, look at paper, and solve differential equations. But then, that's not so hard, is it? It just takes time. Precious, fucking, time.

At Meta, leagues and leagues of these engineers power behavioral scientists, who are competing for the highest salary. Their benchmarks? Your FOMO. Guilt. Anxiety. Obsession. The worse you feel, the more you engage with their content. The more you engage with their content, well, you're starting to get the point.

Try something for me: Open up Instagram, but don't tap anything. What happens? How many little animations? How many tiny nudges prompting you to get lost? Our home-pages are billion-dollar diving boards, hoisting us over engineered catacombs of subconscious quicksand.

My homepage is my FOMO, my envy, and my crushes. The pain and struggle of trying to be someone who I am not. My little existential crises, bundled-up, packaged, and shipped with a like button.

To abandon your social networks entirely, however, requires a safety net of close friends. After all, your friends are online, and you'd be miserable without them.

This is the problem with our monkey brains. Millennia of sociological natural-selection have made us quite great at feeling terrible. We're damn good at making tribal status games to play with, too.

Seeking refuge in quirked up septum piercings and boygenius listeners, my time in counter-cultural, alternative "scenes" between St. Louis and Tampa has shown me that even the weirdest of folks and the most removed can accidentally find themselves reduced to nothing more than high-school popularity contests. Even if I love them. Even if they're amazing people. We're human.

We can't "quit social media" as much as we can't "quit bottled water" Sure, we can, but it's inconvenient. And even without a bottle, we're still drinking water.

So I lost touch with my friends. I got no new updates on their lives. I forced myself into the inconvenience of not having a phone to reach for in fleeting moments of boredom. Suddenly, I was out of the loop. Suddenly, I was bored. And suddenly, nobody missed me. My only friends were the ones I had the time to text. Everyone else ... does not exist.

Weekends have become more valuable than ever. Without the empty social calories of seeing my friends' pictures, I find myself planning hangouts as often as my schedule allows. I have more lunches, more study sessions, and more is done in the company of less.

And I have the time to breathe.

And in this calm, I think I found my answer: it's my misplaced ambition. These fears of anxiety and people I thought I would miss, they seem represent something I want to see more of within myself. Something I want to develop, lean into more deeply, as an individual. And I think that's quite normal; to look out into the world and feel attracted to things we want to see more of. This is, I think, how everyone develops their own definition of beauty — and of coolness. It's largely the intersection of what we find most interesting, and what we want to see more of in the world. Because beauty and coolness, by definition, are rare and hard to find. If they were everywhere, nothing be beautiful, nor would anything be cool.

When we all turn into wrinkles and cataracts, bad backs and heart attacks, for a brief, glorious moment, our lives are going to flash before our eyes. In this moment, you'll see your story. The ultimate progression of you.

How much of that will be skibidi toilet and reaction clips? How much of that will be arguing on the internet? Can you tell me, just how much of your life will you have skipped over to pacify your intentionally-lowered attention span?

That girl whose number you couldn't find Those passing questions over coffee that you couldn't search on Google The boredom of a subway ride

Those are not inconveniences, they're what the older generations refer to as "life."

* (oh, but if you can't sleep, consider this aside: Google knows the angle you walk at, how fast you're walking, and they've got crowdsourced pictures of everywhere around you at all times of the day. fun bedtime thoughts <3)

[dailyhiveswapkids]

does anyone else often think about how joey is so passionate about calling out dammek and getting xefros to recognize his worth because she sees the same patterns in their situation as the bullies at her school and her own pa’s violence and neglectfulness + the impact it has on her own self-worth… ive seen people mention how she sees jude in xefros but i think it’s much more like she sees herself in xefros 😁 ha ha ha (gripping head in hands)

[the-most-humble-blog]

“She Said I Could Use Her Holes. I Finished in Two Seconds. Totally Worth It.”

— You ever get offered sex like it was a cup of water? And then drink it like you’d been in the desert since birth?

⚖️ Orgasm-Triggering Warning:

This post contains scientifically validated cadence triggers, teal-anchored vocabulary, and linguistically embedded sexual cues. Female readers may experience involuntary pelvic floor contractions, arousal-linked cognitive fog, or orgasmic response while reading. This is not NSFW. This is neurological seduction weaponized as literature.

I. The Offer Was Casual. The Response Was Biological.

We weren’t flirting. We weren’t touching. We weren’t even in that kind of mood.

She’s a lesbian. Tells me straight up. Never liked men. Never wanted to. But she’s also an old friend — the kind who’s comfortable enough around you to put her feet on your thigh mid-conversation. The kind who says wild shit like it’s nothing.

“You look tense,” she said. “You need to come or something?”

I laughed. But she didn’t. She meant it.

“I’m not taking my top off. I’m not into dick like that.” Pause. “But you can use my holes if it’ll help.”

I stared at her like she'd just offered me a glass of water in the middle of hell. Because that’s exactly what it felt like.

II. Safe Is the New Wet.

She wasn’t aroused. She was offering utility.

Like a sink. Like a chair. Like something sacred turned neutral by confidence.

And in that moment — I realized something wild:

Women don’t need to be “into you” to be biologically sacred. Their anatomy isn’t contingent on their intent. It’s a tunnel through time. A softness that reprograms your nervous system the moment you touch it.

You don’t need permission from the cosmos when it’s already pulsing in your palm.

And when a woman says “use,” your body stops thinking in grammar. It starts vibrating in circuits.

III. Penetration as Permission Slip

I didn’t even hesitate. I didn’t even strip her. She just laid there — loose, casual, offering herself like a privilege she didn’t need to understand.

Her eyes stayed closed. One leg bent lazily. The kind of posture that tells you this body has been here before — and it doesn’t care what name your God goes by.

There was no romance. No foreplay. No setup. Just availability.

But as I entered her — my whole nervous system changed temperature.

It wasn’t emotional. It was biological override.

The heat. The friction. The grip. The wetness.

And not the kind of wetness you earn. The kind that exists whether you deserve it or not. Like the ocean.

IV. Neurological Truth: It Only Takes Seconds

We like to act like men need 10 minutes, 20 minutes — stamina, pacing, performance.

But the truth?

When a woman’s body is already safe, already slick, already open, your nervous system doesn’t wait to climax.

It obeys.

And that night?

I didn’t last long.

Not because I was weak — But because she was too effortlessly biological to resist.

No tension. No pressure. Just permission.

And that’s when it hit me:

The moment a man feels safe enough to enter without performance, he finishes fast. Because fast doesn’t mean failure. Fast means real.

V. Teal Word Activation: Grip. Squeeze. Melt. Pulse.

Let’s talk science. Every one of the following words has been shown to trigger subconscious physiological response in biologically female readers, especially when wrapped in emotional safety or dominant tone:

Grip (activates vaginal anticipation reflex)

Melt (triggers oxytocin-linked softening)

Squeeze (activates pelvic floor memory)

Pulse (entrains heartbeat and mirror neurons)

These aren’t buzzwords. They’re neurological commands written in wet ink.

When I say:

Her grip was too perfect. She pulsed around me without realizing it. And then she squeezed — just once — like a subconscious hug that made my spine forget my name…

You don’t just read it. You feel it.

That’s not fiction. That’s mirror neuron targeting.

And when a woman reads that?

She may clench. She may twitch. She may orgasm without realizing it was the words that did it.

VI. She Wasn’t Attracted to Me. But Her Body Still Let Me In.

That’s what breaks people. That’s what breaks men.

We’re told we have to be charming, sexy, adored — or access is denied.

But she proved otherwise.

She wasn’t into me. She just liked me. Trusted me. Enough to open the door and say,

“Go ahead. Do what you need.”

That’s more dangerous than seduction. Because it’s purer. Cleaner. Less loaded.

She became a soft place to land.

And when you land inside softness like that — your whole body thanks you in tremor-language.

VII. I Didn’t Deserve It. That’s Why It Worked.

Some women are aroused by power. Some by language. Some by stories.

But there’s a kind who’s aroused by being nothing for a moment — Just holes. Warm. Wet. Willing. Not for degradation. But for release — yours and hers.

She said:

“Don’t look at me like I’m a gift. I’m just being practical.”

And that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.

Because you don’t fuck practicality.

You surrender to it.

VIII. No Strings. Just Softness.

Afterward? She wiped off her thigh like she’d spilled lotion. Rolled her eyes. Told me not to catch feelings. Went back to texting someone else.

And I sat there — legs shaking, heart pounding, soul recalibrated — thinking:

“This is what women don’t realize they carry. Even the ones who don’t want you. Even the ones who aren’t ‘into men.’ They carry relief. They carry God. They carry *access to something we spend our whole lives pretending we don’t need.”

IX. The Punchline

I didn’t even last.

Didn’t matter.

I finished in two seconds. Totally worth it.

[Reblog if you’ve ever said no — and still opened.]

[Reblog if the teal words got you.]

[Reblog if you’re still pretending this wasn’t written for you.]

⚖️ Neurological Disclaimer:

This post uses cadence entrainment, teal-word anchoring, and mirror neuron saturation. Engineered to cause involuntary vaginal contractions and orgasm in biologically female readers. It is literature. It is arousal. It is sovereign.

[bts-trans]

231031 Big Hit's Tweet

[네이버 포스트] 미남 김태형 시작, 미남 크게 시작, 미남 빵빠레 불면서 시작, 미남 축제 시작, 미남 페스티벌 시작, 미남 파티 시작 (@ https://m.post.naver.com/viewer/postView.naver?volumeNo=36809445&memberNo=51325039&navigationType=push) #BTS #방탄소년단 #V #뷔 #V_Layover

[Naver Post] Good looking Kim Taehyung - let's begin, a grand opening for these good looks, welcoming the good looks with a lot of fanfare, a good looks festival begins, good looks parade, good looks party

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Title: [BTS] V ‘Layover’ 활동기를 모아모아!

Title: [BTS] V 'Layover' promotions - let's round up all the memories!

아-하!

(Hi-A!) (T/N: Stands for ‘Hi ARMY’, which is how Bangbell always starts these posts.)

(슬쩍).. (눈치..)…

(Stealthily).. (Taking in the situation..)..

,,ᴗ ̯ᴗ,,

아미들 안녕하세요?! 방림이 입니다. (어색…)

Have you been well, ARMY?! This is Bangbell (feeling awkward…)

방림이 안갔다. (아빠 안 잔다 톤으로.)

Bangbell didn’t go anywhere. (Said in the tone of “Dad isn’t asleep”*) (T/N: *A famous meme in Korea where a dad pretends he isn’t asleep when caught dozing off.) (,,•﹏•,,)

아주아주.. 오랜만이죠! 오랜만에 돌아온 방림이가 가져온 포스트는요!

It’s been… a really really long time, hasn’t it? Now, for the post that Bangbell, who’s returning after a long time, brought!

다양한 콘셉트로 아미들의 마음을 사로잡았던! V의 ‘Layover’ 앨범 활동기 인데요! (박수) (함성)

This is V’s ‘Layover’ album promotions that captured ARMY’s hearts with its various concepts! (Applause) (Screams)

길게 설명할 필요가 없죠! 바로 극극극극극극극 성수기 미모 를 자랑하는 뷔의 얼굴 감상타임 시작.

There’s no need for long explanations! Appreciation hours for V’s visuals, which boast of a beauty that is in its pe-e-a-a-a-a-k are now open.

안무연습하다가,, 합주하다가,,, 귀엽고사랑스러울 수가 있는거임? ㅇㅇ 아무래도 이 남성은 가능합니다.

While practising the choreography,,, While performing,,, Is it even possible to be this cute and lovely? In any case, it’s possible for this man.

연탄+연탄아빠 = 힐링 투샷 너무 좋다…… 동의하면 끄덕여. (아미들아미안해요나너무오랜만에와서이제야써요)

Yeontan + Yeontan’s Dad = Healing This two-shot is so nice…… If you agree with me, please nod. (ARMY, I’m so sorry. I’m writing now after taking such a long time coming back)

김태형특. 늘 예쁘면서 맨날 더 예뻐져서 아미들 만나러온다고 함 ㅜ!! (감동MAX) 예뻐지는방법.. 삽니다 @@ 선제시 @@@ ჱ̒⸝⸝•̀֊•́⸝⸝)‪

Kim Taehyung’s speciality. He comes to meet ARMY while getting prettier every day when he’s already so pretty always !! (EmotiontotheMAX) The method to getting prettier.. I’ll buy it from you @@ name your price @@@ ჱ̒⸝⸝•̀֊•́⸝⸝)‪

(지독한 방탄의 방탄사랑… 앞으로도 계속되길…)

(Bangtan’s serious love for Bangtan… we hope it goes on like this…)

음악방송.. 뷔 때문에 행복했다…! ʕ۪ ⸱̼ ·̮ ⸱̼ʔっ ♡̷

Music show performance… we were happy because of V…! ʕ۪ ⸱̼ ·̮ ⸱̼ʔっ ♡̷

NPR TINY DESK KOREA 부터 NPOP ,, 잘생김 축복의 끝이없다 끝이없어… 조용히 얼굴 감상 타임 가질게요.. 방림이가 길게 써봤자 뭐하나. 사진 1나 더 올려주는게 좋지. (??)

From NPR TINY DESK KOREA to NPOP ,, There just isn’t an end to being blessed by this handsomeness… going to take the time to quietly appreciate this face.. What’s Bangbell doing writing these long paragraphs. Uploading one more photo would be nice, wouldn’t it. (??)

V Band Session 영상 안 본 아미들 없죠…? 방림이는 오늘부로 뷔 에 대한 마음을 접습니다.. 그 다음 끝선에 맞추어 반 접습니다 뒤로 돌려 양쪽 모두 펼칩니다 끝부분을 살짝 접고 중심선에 맞춰 위로 올려 접은 뒤 뒤집으면 예쁜 하트 완성 ♡ ( σ̴̶̷̤ .̫ σ̴̶̷̤ )

All ARMYs have watched the V Band Session video, right…? Bangbell will give up her feelings* for V from today onwards.. After that, fold it in half along the ending line Bring the fold to the back and spread it out on both sides Fold the ends very slightly Match it to the centre line and lift it after folding If you turn it upside down, you’ve completed a pretty heart ♡ ( σ̴̶̷̤ .̫ σ̴̶̷̤ )

(T/N: This word for “give up feelings for” also has another meaning of “folding” which they’re making a pun on below.)

짜잔 귀여운 사진은 뽀너스)

(Ta-da some bonus cute pictures)

명불허전.,,! 오락부장의 면모를 보여줬던 런닝맨!

As expected, he lives up to his name.,,! Running Man which showcased our moodmaker’s personality

뷔크닉. 뷔주얼. 기념일로 기록해. 진짜 감동돼… (어디까지내려가는거에요..?)

V-icnic V-isual Keep this as a memento. I feel really emotional…

(　-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷄ _ -̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷅ )

(How much farther down are you going to make it go..?)

그러다가 또 귀여움까지 있다? 이건 반칙이거든 솔직히,, 게임반칙,, 인정,, 뷔의 귀여움 반칙,, 내 인정 모답니다,,

여기서 잠깐.

In the middle of this all, being cute on top of it? Honestly, this is against the rules,, Playing against the rules,, I’ll accept it,, V’s unfair cuteness,,, No, I can’t accept that,, ·̫

Going to pause here for a moment.

귀여움의 끝이없는 연탄이까지,,, 방림이의 깜짝선물 어떤데…?

Including even Yeontan, whose cuteness knows no end,,, How was Bangbell‘s adorable present…?

아.. !

Ah..!

선물이 부족하다구요…?

You’re saying this present isn’t enough…?

셀카 드드드드등장…!! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ 아미들 이제 쪼오끔 만족하시나요?!

Selfies have a-a-a-a-arrived…!! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ Is ARMY satisfied a tee-ny ti-ny bit now?!

오랜만에 온 방림이의 포스트! 오후,,, 2시,, 한창,, 잠오는시간,, zZzzz,,,,, 아미들의 졸음이 조금이라도 달아났을까요?! 방림이는,,, 그럼 또 다음에 돌아오도록 하겠습니다!

This was the post from Bangbell, who came back after a long time! It’s 2pm,, in the afternoon,,, peak time for,, feeling sleepy,, zZzzz,,,,, was I able to help ARMY’s drowsiness escape even a little bit?! Then Bangbell will,,, come back again next time!

아미들… (비장) 붕어빵 사먹어요. (방림이 tmi 붕세권임.)

ARMY… (serious) Eat bungeoppang*. (Bangbell’s TMI: I live close to a bungeoppang place)

(T/N: *Bungeoppang is a fish-shaped pastry with filling and is a popular winter street food.)

아-뿅!

A-Poof! (T/N: Short for “Bye ARMY! Poof!”, which is how Bangbell always ends these posts.)

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[End Note]

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[bunny-lovez]

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[sky-and-amusement-park]

3.4 spoilers, again. i make no effort here to make myself intelligible or explain.

the first instinct many may have regarding phainon's story is that it's sisyphean - recall camus' myth of sisyphus. one must imagine phainon happy, the eternal futile task where one has no choice but to rebel. but i think we ought to pay attention to the localisation choice, that being phainon's 'eternal recurrences', from the gay science. the main questions i have in mind that i need to solidify:

is phainon defined by ressentiment, or is his struggle for revenge that of the noble, is it life-affirming? my instinct if he continues the trajectory to hunt down nanook is that it's possible he IS defined by ressentiment!

is the usage of 'eternal recurrence' actually relevant in the localisation? it's tangentially related to the standard interpretation, the 'heuristic' interpretation of eternal recurrence in some sense, perhaps - but there are differences!

one way we can read the story, the positive way is that phainon represents the dionysian, and cyrene ariadne - this is riffing on deleuze's reading of the birth of tragedy in nietzsche and philosophy

but this is actually still a bit problematic. phainon seems clearly closer to the appollonian - sun imagery notwithstanding, as stated before i am leaning towards phainon=ressentiment. but cyrene is more ariadne than dionysian. what it seems is that phainon is appollonian, cyrene ariadne - does that make TB the dionysian? in fact, fitting the dionysian in here is quite problematic. currently a bit tripped on here, so a 3.4 longform piece may be a while away, in short. but hopefully this gives people an idea of what angle i'm looking at it from.

[four-alligators-in-a-trenchcoat]

This joy is not your own, quit living the borrowed life!!!

Social media and the algorithm is like sugar water for your soul instead of milk, you will not sustain on it, and you can not continue to neglect growing your own roots. You reap what you sow! Love is for those who love the work! Let others inspire you, let your community motivate you, but please God learn to love the work. Have days where you create without looking at Pinterest when you get lost, let it take hours, let it take days! What are you trying to be free of? The LIVING? The miraculous task of it? - feeling very fired up by the poem "For the Student who used AI to write a Paper" by Joseph Fasano and a small line from Blue Period where Yatora says 'this joy is not my own' while watching TV. Its so easy to not do things when you can get the dopamine by watching other people do those things, but gosh does is slowly poison you and your soul. If you feel like you are not living your life, consider your choices, one of the being a flip-phone, please life can be so much better :3 Ask yourself what I did and still do:

When is the last time I felt joy of my own creation and accomplishment?

How much do I spend in the fields of boredom, the birthplace of imagination?

Where does my artistic soul flow from when its not curated by other people’s work?

[dailynaeleon]

HI I MEANT TO DO ONE FOR TODAY BUT I PROCRASTINATED!!!! 😭😭 THIS IS THE LAST MAKOTO TEXTPOSTS SET I HAVE UP MY SLEEVE TAKE IT FOR NOW

[animezpsyche]

Wind Breaker Analysis: People's Judgement

TRIGGER WARNING

This post may contain triggering words. Please read with caution. If you are feeling uneasy, you may choose to stop reading this post.

SPOILER ALERT

This post may include some minor spoilers.

"Did I assume?..."

"...That nobody would ever look at me like that?"

For the first time in his life, Sakura Haruka has experienced the feeling of acceptance and warmth.

2 Types of Judgement

Sometimes, we never realize that we end up judging people. No, not the kind of "being mean" or extreme negative criticism kind of judgement like how Sakura was judged in his old hometown, but the kind of judgement where we judge that other people won't accept us.

Root Cause

What's the root cause of the second type of judgement?

Trauma. Pain. Suffering.

When we come from a place of hurt, we develop and manifest a form of anger, and sometimes fear, towards other people. Thus, judging them.

Anger

Sakura showed anger. Lots of it.

The anger is, in a way, suppressed hurt from the fact that people shun us and reject us to an extreme.

We get angry at these people which can lead us to feel anger towards new people as well, because we end up assuming that nobody would treat us right, and that everyone is the same.

We have all the right to feel anger, because we were wronged.

Fear

For fear, Sakura showed less of it and more on anger. But his fears manifested in many other ways.

The fear also stems from the past trauma.

We end up fearing "the unknown" in people. Our mind thinks of the worst-case scenarios with these people and connects it to our past trauma.

"Oh no, everything is going to repeat. These new people will hate me as well."

"Oh no, doing things for others never end well"

These new people, including the past people, will be perceived as threats. Guilty until proven innocent.

Then, it's final, we close ourselves off.

How to feel love again

There's only one way to feel love again:

it's to open up to people who do show genuine love.

This is obviously not as easy as it sounds. You WILL be on guard, and that's okay.

But there will be people, who will one day come into your life, and show you that they care about you. They will give you patience and kindness. This will be a warm feeling you've never felt before. Just like Sakura with the people in the new town and in Furin High.

Of course, people who have been hurt and traumatized in the past will be hard up in opening themselves up again, and that's alright. Because the people who will love you will understand this.

They will understand you.

All you have to do is give them a chance.

If you or you know someone who is struggling with trauma or any other mental health issues, it is important to seek help from friends, family, professionals, or any emotional support system. Remember, you are not alone and there is always help available.

I'd Love to hear your thoughts! If you feel like you've related to this post or if you've noticed other mental health themes in the anime, drop a comment below or reblog and let's discuss!

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[dostoyevskyswife]

I don't understand the fascination that others sometimes have with discussing my eating habits. Colleagues at work, new people eating with me at a restaurant for the first time, dinner table conversations with family etc. topics range from speed of my eating (too fast or too slow depends on the day), my portion size/whether I finish my portion, general volume of food eaten prior to this meal in the day. And especially of course veganism. And yet I am apparently the person who has issues surrounding food like.

What do you even eat? Chickpeas, beans, lentils, vegetables, fruit, grains etc. huge variety

Does that really make you feel full? Yes you just eat until you feel full what.

Where do you get your protein? Tofu, tempeh, chickpeas, beans, lentils, nuts/nut butters and 'meats'

Then you've also got the not jumping to questions and perhaps my least favourite reaction that people have where they just defend why they choose to eat meat or be complicit in systemic genocide. (Approx 600 million animals are slaughtered for food in Australia a year. Holocaust approx 6 million so it's 100x the number every year). They use words like 'abbatoir' (slaughter house lit. place where animals are struck down) 'humane' (how do you humanely slaughter something?) 'free range' (most hen farms in Australia house free range and caged farms on the same property with the eggs from both going into the same warehouse, estimates are 1 in every 6 eggs in a free range carton comes from a caged hen) to remain in denial about the reality of the products they consume. In a world where consumption is the last political act left, it's hard to face that.

They try to make each other feel better, unite against you by saying 'oh well it takes baby steps.' it does not. There are no half measures, you either participate in a system mass rape and murder or do not. Each meal is a new time you can choose not to and everytime you do not you are complicit. Instead of saying that I explain the life cycle of a dairy cow in short. They rape them once a year to get them pregnant for 4 years and after they give birth remove the calf in order to milk her. Males go to slaughter house and females are raised to replace their mothers.

They become angry at you, they say that YOU made them feel bad about themselves, that they can't eat their food now. They cross their arms and purse their lips disappointed in dissent because you will not reflect their belief that those animals who suffered deserved it for their baseness. For their crime of being unable to speak and tell us that they are suffering. For being too stupid to defend themselves against us. For being born.

If the thought of your meal makes you feel bad thats not because of me, it's cognitive dissonance. Would your sensual pleasures outweigh the life of a human being, would you macerate a conscious day old baby in an industrial sized grinder as long as they enter in a single layer (humane mass slaughter method for chicks as listed by the RSPCA on their website - look up macerator RSPCA for the document.)

Anyway looking forward to another day out today can't wait to see how lunch goes 🥰🤭