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fun fact: one time in Sunday school (as a small child) we did arts and crafts where we could make whatever we wanted out of glue and glitter...
so I made a cool little pattern in the middle that I'd seen somewhere, probably a movie. The lady in head of Sunday school came over and took it away from me and suggested I make something else, like a car...
I was so hurt they didn't let me make what I wanted; that I was the only one who had it taken away and had to do something else...
I think they even got my mom to come in cause I didn't want to make anything else and just sat there sad, scared, looking down like I did something wrong but didn't have any idea what.
Since then I have never made a glittery swastika ever again.
#anecdotes#young nazi#didn't even know it#heil glitter!#nobody taught me why either#or I just didn't understand#but now we're here
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Vanitas with Dried Rose, oil painting by Michele Melcher
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“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
— Virginia Woolf
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Thinking about death so much I might as well sleep with her.
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Having no trust in myself is my biggest setback. You could lie to me all day but I will still be the one keeping me down.
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#buying myself nice things to make up for the shit quality of my life#Damascus#kitchen#knives#no kinks involved
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Are we just slaves to existence? Are we so eager to feel every ounce of pain possible?
What is the purpose of a spider spinning a web? Just to consume and survive the time it takes to meet its end.
When the bird flies by and catches its eye on a prize there's no hesitation.
Only we recognize the cycles of life yet deny its simplicity.
We will be consumed by these lies that we need to stay alive.
Those that feast upon the blind have realized there is no life in simply trying not to die.
So we fight. Dark and light, no colors, just bright flashes of discourse to blind us from the truth. Do we really matter? Who matters? What matters?
It's never the right answer.
In the end there is nothing but the memories left behind, passed on and pushed forward like there are better days ahead. But it's all the same.
It's all just pain.
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