#reflection simulator

[pinwheelisland]

"you were my world, i miss you everyday"

[philosophybits]

Men who think deeply appear as comedians when they traffic with others, because in order to be understood they always have first to simulate a surface.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Assorted Opinions and Maxims, 232

[wu-wakfu-undertale]

he'd have the strangest convos with the trans eliatropes guys (yes based off of that one mp100 post)

bonus of the eliatrope on the left, her name is amura! :]

[transingthoseformers]

sorry I'm watching a playthrough of Secret of the Mimic and all I can think is "MY THEORIES 🥺🥺🥺🥺 THE LORE🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉"

[lesbianzatr]

Throws chapter five at you before running off giggling

(Sorry bro this pains me too)

HEY!!!!!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[retrocgads]

UK 1998

[devilmokujin]

literally going The Profligates Will Be Castrated By The Blades Of Perdition to quantum baby haters

[pinwheelisland]

i am tenmou im making reflection simulator with my friends! And you can support me here:

[toddtheturnip]

throws 51 dollars at you

'ffuuckkoh an extra dollar'

'THANK YOU???.'

[shock-micro]

a bit ago we saw something about a mind palace in a video used as an example in class and it was like. wow! that's a lot of control. how do we do that. since our headspace has been lovingly described by zoey as that of a buddhist monk's

and uh. turns out all we had to do was ask. because our headspace itself has a consciousness, and it's actually what's been managing things in the background. shoutouts to omnia.

one day i was just like. we should have a library in here. i want to try and organize some of our thoughts. now if i focus just a little bit i can see it way in front of me and to the left.

in that library, on a shelf to the left of the entrance, is a book with a lightbulb on the cover. it contains information about my grandma's cat that's long since passed. because i wanted to remember her, i wanted to keep her memory alive even if my grandma is losing her ability to recall things as easily.

but yeah. this whole thing makes me wonder how much we could do if we just asked. it's kinda a funny juxtaposition with the serene environment and then just. a library. but we can tune it out.

[bubblesorbubbles]

Shadow

Ilford HP5 Plus 400

[captaingimpy]

Exploring Mortality and the Human Experience in The Orville: Reflections on "The Mortality Paradox"

The Orville has always been more than just a science fiction series; it’s a philosophical exploration of the human condition, filled with deep questions about life, death, and everything in between. In Season 3, Episode 3, “The Mortality Paradox,” the show delves into the concept of mortality in a way that is both thought-provoking and deeply resonant. In this episode, the crew of the Orville…

[lunkki]

Xmas reflection shot.

Street Photography Portfolio | Fujifilm X-T2 & 35mm F2

[rottenstrawberrigirl]

Sometimes, I forget that there are people who exist outside of my circle, people who I could never bear to be separated from if we were to cross paths, people who have suffered from the same pain as I have, people who feel joy and sorrow the exact way as I do, people who can actually understand me, people who I can, would want to understand. It's a strange thing, really. Before telephones and social media were invented, I think most people were not even aware of the possibility that people from all around the world could also be living the same lives, having the same exact experiences, and having the same thoughts as them. There was us, and then there was them. While we were doing everything we could to defend ourselves, our traditions, cultures, and our beliefs, everything we thought we owned against them, we forgot they were all humans, too. The fact that they were human beings didn't matter because, for our kind, not having the same viewpoints is equivalent to being a whole different species.

Acknowledging the reality of others makes me feel less lonely. That was something I used to be unable to do out of my frustration at life. Now, it’s a comfort.

Isn't it wonderful that there is always someone, a living, breathing being like me, behind every eye I look into, even in the song that keeps getting stuck in my brain, the words I read in a book that I relate myself with, a painting I deeply admire, the food I consume, the home I live and sleep in, in each and everything? Life is everywhere; it's alive, it’s soulful, and I wonder if that is why I constantly feel like I'm being watched.

I know that all the relationships I have built with others are going to be temporary even before we form a bond, and no matter what, it will end in one way or another. Perhaps none of these people will even be by my side on my deathbed. That's why it's so precious for me to create beautiful memories with them. There may be someone out there who can replace me in their lives or someone who can replace them in mine, but the emotions and the raw connection we felt together, feeling seen for the first time, are irreplaceable and unrenewable. It's not like I will live long enough to get to get to know each and every person in this world anyway. But I may never meet anyone like the people I love right now. How can I not treasure them?

I need to make them a part of myself, to keep them alive in me, to make sure that even if my brain does forget them, my soul never will. I hope that my loved ones also carry fragments of me as I do of them. Because even if my name will not be engraved in history, I dream of continuing to exist, living everywhere, in every being, and seeing and exploring through their eyes. Even people I will never meet should unknowingly carry a part of me so that they may never be truly so when they feel utterly alone, lost, and abandoned.

Did the people who once lived also feel this way? Or were they so focused on their survival, so caught up in their own present that they didn't think about future, new “modern” humans? I wonder if they thought about me as much as I thought about them. Will future generations empathize and feel sorry for me, or will they wish they could have lived in my lifetime like I am doing about those before me? I honestly have no idea. I don't think any of us are clairvoyants or prophets. But just as those who lived in the past are part of me now, so I will be, once I return to nature, become a part of those who are to come. Death is not terrifying, for nothing ceases to be. Our diversities merge into nothingness as we are whole. We are this world itself. We are its very soul. And we will die with it—not before, not after—with it.

Regardless of how small we feel, we will never realize we were always bigger than we thought we knew.

[aorticsims]

inzoi is starting to leave a bitter taste in my mouth because of the whole gay marriage exclusion thing, and as much as i like the idea of the sims having competitors, i don't think i want to support a game where queer relationships seem like an afterthought rather than a core part of the game.

[pinwheelisland]