#humans are cruel

[moonshadow-thoughts]

Humans are such a cruel species. We destroy nature and animals and we destroy each other. So many people show no compassion, only greed, only caring about themselves. So many people lack compassion.

[fauflorana]

to be a sorrowful loner.. gives you an unpleasant feeling 🦌🦋

i want to lay in a field surrounded by flowers, with the cool flower-scented wind caressing my skin and comforting my heart.

oh to have my heart eased and my soul calmed by nature, and to have the company of mother nature and her children.

[eros-ghoulette]

I'm pretty sure we all know thylacines (or at least have heard about them). They are under my top 5 favourite animals and i just read their Wikipedia page. Let me just tell you what i think is most important about it.

Thylacines were hunted and killed since Europeans populated Tasmania, a well known fact. That was because the humans said that they would kill their sheep. So humans -like always- just exterminate them. The last one died in 1936 in a zoo.

This is cruel enough, but new researches say that thylacines weren't even strong enough to kill a sheep. In other words: They, like so many other animals, were killed for nothing at all...

[knightwinddragon]

Fly High, My Darling

My little bird. I hope wherever you are now, you are happy, you are safe, you are free. I still remember your fear and desperation as you tried to escape my clutches. I am truly sorry for having to do that to you, but I hope you understand I did it for you. I hope you forgive me, but it's okay even if you don't. I tried. I tried so hard. I prayed for you, I begged for you to be saved, but alas, I failed. No matter what I or anyone else says, I failed you, my darling. I put your life in my hands and failed to save you from the cold clutches of death. But I am also happy you are no longer suffering. Would it have been better if you had lived?

I ask myself that whenever I remember you. I remember I was travelling, and found you under that car. You looked so pitiful and miserable, you were so still, I thought you were already gone, but I suppose life couldn't have been that kind, could it? You were alive, loosing so much blood. Your beautiful wing almost gone because of the cruel clutches of humanity's hubris. That damned thread wrapped so tightly around your wing, almost detached from the rest of your body. I remember blood. So much blood. Too much for such a little bird.

I remember your heart beating far too fast, I remember chills running down my spine, ice-cold panic piercing my heart. The blood curdling fear when I realized just how low your chances of survival are. The blood, your blood, soaking my hands and clothes. I remember the doctors doing everything in their power to save you.

My sweet, innocent child. Oh darling, I remember how hard you fought, how brave you were. You held for so long, I am so proud you. I wonder, what would have happened had you lived? Your precious freedom was so viciously torn away from you, would have been able to live with that? I still sometimes ponder on these thoughts. These what-ifs. But nothing will change the fact that you are no longer here.

Do you blame me? I wouldn't mind if you do, of course. You are well within your right to. I wonder, had I not stopped to save the other, would you be here now? Ah yes, the other. You know, on my way to take you to the doctor, another little one just like you fell in front of me. Maybe the fates took pity on him, but whatever may be the case, I got to him before that awful string of death could get a proper hold on his wing before and he flew away into the freedom once more.

But alas, it's all in the past. Nothing I say now matters anymore, anyways. I just wish you and the others gone just like you didn't have to suffer because of our selfishness. I still remember the moment the light left your eyes, never to return. To your soul, I say, Fly High, My Darling, never look back, fly into the light and never return. Never look back, there's only pain and suffering here. Please, never return.

To those who killed you and the others, I want to ask, have you no shame? No guilt? Are you truly so selfish? You have been warned time and time again about the consequences of your actions, I know you have been. Every year, you witness this massacre, because yes a massacre is exactly what this is. You destroy millions of lives, and for what?! You wanna fly some kite?! For some FUN? Do you truly have no heart? Are we really that far gone? Is there no hope left? I know you know exactly what kind of chaos and destruction you bring. I know you knowingly turn a blind eye to all the blood on your hands. I know you do. I know you are aware of just how stained your rotten hands are. I know.

Every year during this time, all I see is death. All I see is the blood bathing the streets. All I see is the corpses of innocents hanging everywhere. All I see is the mothers and fathers who went to get food for their children, but never returned. All those starving children who died believing their loved ones abandoned them. And all I see is my fellow humans laughing, enjoying their lives, partying with one another, and blissfully ignoring all the destruction that their hands caused. And all I feel is disgust and a horrible burning hatred in my heart.

So, uhhhh yeah, based on real life incidents, this one is actually my own personal experience. There is festival, the Kite Flying Festival. The threads of the kites are usually coated with tiny shards of glass to make them sharper, so people can cut off one anther's kites (kinda like a game). These threads are extremely dangerous and lead to so many deaths, so lives of people, animals and birds are lost to these threads. Especially birds. Thousands of birds die in my city every year because of these kite threads in my city (way more if you count the whole country). This particular bird in the story was found by me under a car and a thread had almost completely severed it's wing. By the time I found it, the pigeon had already lost a lot of blood. I was volunteering to rescue birds that were affected during the festival. The doctors unfortunately couldn't save the poor thing, too much blood loss. It hurts so much watching all these innocent lights get lost to the darkness. I hate this feeling of helplessness so much. We saved so many, yet all I can see are the ones we failed.

Again, this is just me venting. I'm sorry, but I need this outlet.

[trolledu]

[scentedluminarysoul]

Oh. So there are allegations of sexual misconduct against the Rammstein singer. The same dude who published a poem about how great date rape is? Shocker. This is my surprised face.

[bookshopbentley]

what an agonizing existence aziraphale must have . to be overflowing with love . to be forbidden from loving .

[jakeperalta]

THE HUNGER GAMES APPRECATION WEEK → day 7: free choice

The Tributes maintaining their compassion and humanity (or, being more than just a piece in the Capitol's games)

[spinetrick]

dehumanizes your aliens

[deeva-arud]

If anyone's wondering how she got that wooden mask... she had another Leona moment

[moonshadow-thoughts]

Humans destroy everything around them. Including each other.

[thisbig-life]

5.30.22

My therapist is going to have a field day this week. So much has happened, and very little of it has been good.

Reading back through journals and posts, at least I can say I don't want to die anymore. But living is fucking rough. Barely enjoyable, but just enough to survive.

Guess that's better, that's improvement.

My new goal isn't some fat 401(k) or getting rich. I just want to have my own property and cabin with no neighbors and complete self sufficiency.

The older I get, the less I like people. Why are we so awful to each other ? Where is the compassion and care?

I've seen very little ...

[texaschainsawmascara]

coomgeneration on ig

[knightwinddragon]

It's Okay

You were so happy. A new Mother. Ahhhh, what a truly beautiful word accompanied by such wonderful feelings of happiness. Your pride, your joy, the only light in your this dark world you reside in. You love him with all your heart. Your child, your lovely little innocent boy, looking at you like you are his entire world, not knowing if you are his Earth, well he's your Sun. But it's okay, he's here and that's all that matters.

Master doesn't like him, your Sun. You don't understand what could a being so full love, of light, of purity, could be hated so much. You can feel the anger and disgust radiating from Master's entire being every time he lays his eyes upon your Star, little knives piercing your heart painfully whenever little Sun cries out for his mother, begging asking for some food, for some love. Why won't Master let you near him, let you shower him with the warmth of love that he so desperately craves, let you satiate your young one's hunger, let you take away his pain? His cries hurt you deeper than any rope, any whip, any rock, any stick ever could. But, you think, it's ok, your Sun's here and that's all that matters.

It's been a few days, but your Sun stopped crying, stopped moving, stopped breathing after the first day. He no longer begs, and it helps soothe your heart now that you don't feel like there's multiple knives running through your weak heart. You still crave to give all your love to your child, show him how much his mother cares for him, but you can't, the Master doesn't like that. Something, somewhere deep inside your mind is constantly screaming at you that something is very wrong, but you ignore it. It's okay, your Sun's here and that's all that matters.

Then comes the day Master drags your little Star away, and returns him to you the next day. You are so overjoyed! Your master has set him free and now you can shower him with as much love and happiness as you want. This is the best day of your life! So what if the little one doesn't respond, doesn't move, doesn't breath, doesn't feed, doesn't react to anything you say or do? It's okay, it has to be, Sun's here and that's all that matters (oh you fool, you absolute foolish creature)!

Time passes, but Sun remains the same, never growing, never moving, never responding, like a statue. But he's here within your reach, so why should anything else matter? The screaming in your head grows louder everyday, but you endure, if not for yourself, then for your darling Sun. Master is happy, you have your Sun with you, what all is there to worry about anyways? But it's okay (you don't actually believe that, do you?), Sun's here (is he though?), and that's all that matters (just stop lying to yourself).

Months have passed, Sun still looks the same as the day he was born, but that's fine, he's with you, so why worry? Now you can't feed him anymore NOT LIKE YOU COULD BEFORE, MASTER MADE SURE OF THAT, DIDN'T HE? The voice in your head just keeps on growing stronger, but you have gotten accustomed to it, it doesn't bother you anymore, Sun still needs you you have to be strong! The voice screams SHUT UP, THAT IS NOT YOUR SUN, IT'S JUST A CHEAP MOON TO KEEP YOU IN LINE! I know, you reply calmly, but what can I do? Accept this cold, cruel, painful truth or keep living in this beautiful lie? The choice is clear. It's easy, it's okay, Sun's here and that's all that matters.

Sooooo, another one! Again based on true events. Basically, a buffalo gave birth to a male calf. Now male calves are considered "useless" among people as they can't give milk, so why waste resources on a male calf? The owner decided not to let the milk go to "waste" and didn't let the calf be fed by his mother, and he died. But he needed the calf to make sure the mom continued to produce milk, so he skinned the body had a statue of the calf made and covered it with the skin, making the mother believe her baby was still alive.

While I haven't seen this particular incident with my eyes, I have seen similar events live. I was once passing by a roadside and saw a cow and her calf tied up at this dude's home. The calf (which was so thin, I could practically see his ribs) lying was unnaturally still, and I remember feeling anxious. My heart told me something was horrifically wrong with this picture. A few hours later, when I was returning and passed that house, what I saw confirmed my suspicions. The calf was in the exact same position. I literally felt my heart shatter at the implications. The next day the body of the little baby was still there in that same position. And it was like that for days.

It still makes me cry, how can someone be so selfish, so cruel? I have seen so many such babies abandoned because they were "worthless". I feel so helpless, I want to save them, take away their pain, but I can't, and that hurts so much. Sometimes I wish that I didn't have the ability to care, maybe it'll hurt a little less, but then I tell myself NO. These innocents have been suffering so much, feeling even a fraction of pain they go through everyday is what keeps me going, because that means I can understand them, it motivates me to try and be a better person. It hurts, but the main means I am alive, I have a soul, if it ever stops hurting, that would mean I have lost myself to the very darkness I fight.

Is that what is left of humanity? Is this our legacy? Why can't we stop hurting others? Why do we have to add so much pain and suffering to this world? Why are we so selfish? Is kindness truly that hard? Is empathy really impossible to achieve?

[furiousgoldfish]

Abusive parents will raise you so that every time you're in a room with another person you'll be asking yourself 'What if I'm not being useful enough? What if I'm being a burden right now? Could I have done something different? Can I do anything more to prove that I'm not a hindrance and a waste of space?" and then, when you're already using your entire life to do other people's bidding in hope that one day someone will love you, they'll attack you for being selfish, lazy, worthless, inconsiderate, greedy and spoiled little brat.

[fairycosmos]

it sucks to be alive at a time where we know just enough about the universe to fully understand that we truly know nothing at all. i want to be a girl from the past who thought the sun was god and died at age 24