#recognition hunger

[the-most-humble-blog]

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🧠 LIFE’S DIMINISHING RETURNS

Who told us life was made for us? Customized. Tailored. Fitted like a glove. Who told that lie? Was it whispered into your cradle too?

Was it ever real? Or was it carved only for the lucky — for the loud, the beautiful, the algorithm-fed?

Was it built for Elon of the Musk? For the neon kings and viral queens? Is the grass truly greener, or does it just look that way when your own is burning?

Is this world a stage, or a mirror? Or a hamster wheel dressed like a destiny?

Do we post and post to be seen, to be valid, to scream into timelines like birds who’ve forgotten how to land?

Are we still hoping someone — anyone — says “I see you” instead of “Shoo”?

They say keep going. They say don’t give up. They say one day your ship will sail if you build it with enough pain. But what if the port never existed?

What if you were born rowing in a circle?

Life’s diminishing returns. You put in the hours. The years. The kindness. The humility. The extra effort.

You get… silence. A few likes. A polite nod. Maybe a distant “Good job” that fades before it lands.

They say not to want. Not to expect. Not to seek applause or outcomes.

They tell you effort is the reward. But you still look up at the moon and wonder:

“Will anyone ever look back?”

What if the world is blind to the quiet ones? What if grace goes unnoticed? What if you're the lighthouse shining for ships that never even aimed your direction?

Still, we go on. Because we were built that way. Because collapse is honest — but breath is defiance. And somewhere in the ache, you hope the next sunrise might glance at you differently.

Just once.

Before the returns vanish altogether.

And you— You still showed up. Posted again. Smiled again. Typed the words that didn’t trend, but meant something.

You didn’t go viral. You went honest. You didn't get discovered. You continued. Even when the void clapped back with silence.

You kept the flame alive with no crowd to warm.

Maybe life does notice. Maybe not like a trophy. Maybe not like a fanfare.

Maybe it notices like a tree watches a seed try anyway. Maybe it rewards you in truth, not trophies. Maybe your quiet ache is the currency of the sacred.

Because sometimes the most powerful thing you’ll ever do is not give up after the 99th time of getting absolutely fucking nothing.

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🧠 Read more scrolltrap poetry and emotional truthcraft at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Soft ache. Hard truth. Words for the unseen. 🚪 Warning: This post will echo where algorithms forget to reach.

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[girlrandomstuff]

You know why i think Haymitch only leaves Effie to dress him and prepare him for all the events they have to attend as mentor and escort? Because there's not way Haymitch would pull this really nice outfits and since Cinna (and probably Portia too) are new by time of the 74th Hunger Games, then we only have Effie left to dress him up

[sejjiplinth]

katniss and sejanus both experiencing an act of kindness as children from a classmate they hardly knew, carrying that memory (and person) with them forever, until they eventually meet them again in the hunger games.

except one story ended much differently than the other.

and some dialogue from katniss that i think fits both of their situations well.

[seaglassdinosaur]

I know she doesn’t write unless she has something to say, and that means we really won’t be getting a novel following our favorite characters, but I would absolutely love a short story collection following individuals from different districts.

[theeyeofeverything]

A little announcment. I have very serious health issues now, so i am probably post my artwork slower then usual. For a month i have been dealing with a sever backpains, had to take a lot of meds and because of that i need some medical check to do to make sure my body is still intact

In a mean time, if you want to support me you can go and reblog my stuff. You can always find my art using tag #eyedraws. Thank you all for understanding.

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

The refugees in Sirion hearing the grind of metal and angry shouts and thinking it’s happening again.

[ballad-of-that-girl-in-uni]

once again, i am begging, BEGGING, people to listen to my favorite small artist Grace Power. guys, her music is so insanely good. it’s a sort of witchy-pop-alt vibe. she doesn’t have a lot out, but everything she does is incredible.

my top songs are:

water worship pray

the kill

control

i also need to point out her song wild horses

i’m not even kidding, it’s quintessential teenager forced to be a hero vibe. some of the lyrics are “never got to be wild like the horses, naive like a child, horrors of the world came knocking, knocking” which, if that doesn’t describe the teen hero trope, i don’t know what does. “but i had to leave my childhood in the dirt, six feet below me” DUDE

[definitelynotshouting]

i binge read litd about a week ago and genuinely it's taken over every single part of my brain, on the day I fully went through the fic I was so deeply affected (in the best way possible) that I even had to go scream at my non life series/hermitcraft friends about how genuinely insane your prose, storytelling, and just writing in general is throughout all eleven chapters, it's been so long since i read a fic that had me this captivated.

i was so blown away that I even came back to tumblr after barely using it over the course of a few years just to keep up with your creative endeavours!!! i'm genuinely so invested I think my friends are sick of me (or extremely concerned) at this point.

litd has fully given me newfound inspiration on new ways to write my own stories and personal projects, and I really had not been expecting that when randomly scrolling through ao3... thank you so much the trajectory of my life feels like its been altered... I will be happily awaiting the next update for whenever it comes out!!

oh 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 oh my gods this is so??? im genuinely at a loss for words rn ;;;❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ what a deeply kind and beautiful message to receive, anon this made me feel so warm and full of light while reading it, thank you so much for such meaningful compliments 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

i know i KNOW i say this all the time but i truly am forever blown away by how litd touches people like this, and im always so deeply grateful bc really at the end of the day, thats what the whole point of being a writer is to me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 the joy and privilege of being able to inspire emotions in someone, and help them craft their own works in turn, is a gift so deeply special to me and something that i can never ever take for granted. Thank you for so much for the kind words anon, i hope to get the next chapter out sometime soon!!

[chifelcake]

ranbting post aagain

i cant im like literally tweaking rn i love them its always characters w some gentleness character archetype i cant i i ldu i love

i got into hungrr games and literally started convulsing eve mry time these came on scren (exception of oak because he wasnt bur still)

oak needs smore recognition and love

cinna neefd more recognition and love

reaper ash needs mroe recognition and love

thresh needs more recogignjtiô anf love

they’r all so sweeties

also i read hunger pains because my yeacher randomly had a copy when i syatted talking abt it w him hes cool but i found it funnt he has a physical copy for everyone to read,,,uhhv but hunger games maternal-ish guys + oak can so get it

also i dont know why but i seem to like girls more than men in terms of dating in real life bjt a lot more male chatacters are written in a way that ruffle smyvfeathers anyways bye sorry for ranting

chif chif out

[floralprintsharks]

the bg3 companions really are just a study in starvation

[fanficboysarebae]

If y'all like Finnick odair fanfics y'all should read "exotic" by @TreadmillzFault on Wattpad.

It's AMAZING And the writing is absolutely PERFECT. It's also severely underrated and I think it should deserve way more respect. She's also making a second book about catching fire and how everything is going after her games and she has like 3 chapters out of that one but ever chapter is like 20k words so that makes up for it.

[powerbottomblake]

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Also please let’s discuss the Other Tai of it all, because this is important to me. She isn’t evil. It’s incredibly important to understand she isn’t evil. She’s hungry. She’s hungry for all the things that kept Taissa alive in the woods. She IS the thing that kept Taissa alive in the woods, in her own way. She was the very essence of nature. She was dirt and trees and need. What kept Tai alive out there? Food. Meat. Van. What does Other Tai naturally gravitate toward, trying to steer Taissa toward the things she needs? Food. Meat. Van. That political career? Theater. That family polished to a shine? Facade. What really matters, when everything else is shorn away? Food. Meat. Van. Base impulse. First loves and full bellies. She isn’t evil. She’s trying to keep Tai fed and alive, as she always has. It just comes at such a terrible cost.

[breakingthewordcages]

"A new kind of confidence is lighting up inside of me, because I think I finally know who Haymitch is."

Oh, Katniss, you don't know the half of it.

[britneyshakespeare]

for me, consulting writing advice is always more confusing than not. like when you tell me to start my literary essay with "an attention-grabbing first sentence" i'm like, i've literally been told my whole life that every thought i have about literature is boring to most people. my own attention is already siezed; as for "grabbing" other people's, you can't ask me how i expect to do that.

[genderkoolaid]

as someone with ARFID i really couldn't care less about the distinction between "picky eaters" and "genuine eating issues." if you are an asshole to someone you see as "just picky" i will never, ever trust you. i've lived through the trauma of being shamed and humiliated for my eating needs.

frankly i think a LOT of "picky eaters" have some kind of sensory problems– autistic or allistic– and shame is never useful. i don't fucking care how annoying you think we are. if you've never lived through the humiliation of being the only one not eating at a dinner table, or having to choke down something disgusting you already know you hate because other people insist you don't know your own body, or getting a hunger migraine in a house full of food because none of its edible to you? you don't understand how awful it is to have food issues.

whenever i see people draw this distinction between being "just a picky eater" and "having a real problem" all i think is, who does this serve? most people don't even know ARFID exists. there are so many undiagnosed autistics, or just people with a variety of issues that aren't officially diagnosed. why do we need a medical label in order to be treated with respect and compassion? why did i need to be diagnosed as autistic for my family to realize the abuse they put me through for years because of my eating habits?

it's such an easy habit for neglected groups to fall into– the idea that a medical diagnosis can save us. that by appealing to the medical/psychiatric industry, we can be protected from abuse and given basic respect and resources. but the truth is that it should never have come to this in the first place. dignity doesn't come from an abled doctor telling you that there's a medical reason for your symptoms. it comes from being a person. once you accept that you need a Good Reason to have your needs respected, you doom yourself to neglecting and abusing those who have your same struggles because they aren't lucky enough to access medical recognition.

tl;dr solidarity with all "picky eaters" stop guilting people for having varying food needs, if we make you irrationally angry that's YOUR problem not ours, and abolish "children's menus" & replace them with simple-food menus for people of all ages

[nighthawkes]

anybody else had success fighting to be seen as a human being on a daily basis by the people around you?