#spring storm

[summerwages]

fading fast..

[jvstinderosa]

A vibrant rainbow over Fox Chase Farm from March 2020

[catfindr]

[virtie333]

Ah, spring...

15 degrees with a -1 wind chill. Still snowing, but it's a super light, fluffy snow. Despite the blowing snow, I thought the roads were better this morning than all day yesterday. Horses are fed, but I'm going to wait until later to clean; the snow is supposed to stop this morning, but the wind will continue for a while. Chance of more snow for Easter!

[awearyelf]

⚡April 1 2023⚡

Had a nice thunderstorm that night and caught some blurryish pictures I loved 🩶

I used these as lock screens for awhile! 🌩️

[pplatonic]

SHUNRAN BY JOHN IS ABOUT NPD!!!

Hi it’s me I’m back with more absolutely infallible and correct interpretations of Vocaloid songs. Today: Shun-ran/Spring Storm by John! And we’re going to be talking about how I relate it to my narcissism so if you believe in narc abuse or armchair diagnose people with NPD or use narcissist as an insult you can fuck right off <3 And here’s a link to the song in case you haven’t heard it!

I’m not going to waste time on putting together a “story” that I think the song follows because to me it reads more like a character analysis, so I’m just going to start and go line by line. Also shoutout to whoever on narcissisticpdcultureis submitted an ask saying NPD culture is this song, because it made me realize holy fuck yeah it is. Translation I use is by Releska!

“I was covered in false images, just like God.”

Starting off with a fucking bang holy shit? This line alone to me speaks about grandiose fantasies, unreachable dreams of money and success and power and being admired. In the end these dreams become unreachable as they’re either too grandiose to become a reality or I do nothing to actually work towards the dream, so they’re all just false images. I prop myself up to be God, and I compare myself to a god in my fantasies, yet it’s all fake. This line has another meaning when coupled with the rest of its verse however:

“I was covered in false images, just like God. 

You youkai give me the creeps

pretending to know how I really feel.”

To me, now this line is just in general pretending to be something you aren’t. I imagine ‘youkai’ is a way to refer to other people and dehumanize them / paint them as ‘lesser.’ Often I catch myself insisting people are just misunderstanding my words, that they are trying to see how I ‘really feel,’ but I’m covered in layers and layers of false images—so they can’t reach how I really feel. Regardless of if their interpretation is right or not, I use this excuse to avoid analyzing myself and my faults, and to paint the other person as bad—as giving me the creeps, as being weird about me. I’m untouchable, like a god, so others can’t know what I really feel.

“Even if I grasped something and used it to destroy the illusion 

and cool my feelings, it would be sheer stupidity.

I won’t pay attention to small fry.”

The illusion here is likened to both interpretations of false images (grandiose fantasies and pretending to be what you’re not). ‘Grasped something’ speaks to me about how it’s near unimaginable to end up destroying the illusion, so you can’t even say what you’d be destroying it with. And it would be ‘sheer stupidity’ because these illusions hold up my self-esteem, the image that I am God. The last line is pretty direct: painting others as lesser so you don’t have to pay attention to them or take their criticism.

“For one such as I, affecting composure, to speak 

is because I become angry easily, watching hawk-like for my chance.”

The egotism in the first line is so hard that I don’t think I even have to explain it. More the focus here is on the second line, saying that the reason the narrator speaks is because they become angry easily. The second part of that line speaks to me about watching for a chance to prop your ego up once again, whether that be through receiving praise or bragging or whatever. And it makes you become angry easily, because as soon as you don’t get what you want, it’s like you blow up with a snap of the fingers.

“I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded.

‘That’s a sign of vanity, you know?’

Whatever you say. I already get it, though.”

Spring is a beautiful season: it’s when everything starts to grow back and life starts anew. So a storm in spring sets up a contradictory image. To me this describes a love-hate relationship with people, where other people are the amazing things which make you feel so good about yourself by admiring people, yet they are the same things which cause you to crash and hate yourself. ‘The spring storm’ in this song is like getting backlash from people for your toxic behavior, and your heart ends up wounded because this time they’re right and you can’t cover yourself up in false images and illusions anymore. But you shrug off their words about your vanity, because of course, you already get it, because of course you would already get it.

“My breaths will surely grow smoky and appear on the things blocking my view.

They say that praying to be loved

is a sin. It has such a sweet scent.”

There are already obstacles blocking your view, but I interpret this first line as your own breath coming to block your view as well. There’s already a heavy bit of something blocking a healthy view of the world, but you end up sabotaging yourself as well. The last two lines are pretty clear-cut: praying to be loved excessively may be bad, but it’s so alluring to the narrator that they can’t help it.

“Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye.”

‘Rippling cider’ is a pretty vivid, inviting image, and to me this line speaks about enjoying one last moment with someone before you say goodbye to them forever—as the line in Japanese uses ‘sayonara.’ 

“My thoughts have dried up. Where’s God in that?

My rage and other such things vanished long ago

but though I perform my act, I’m ignorant.”

Since this is after the chorus, ‘dried-up thoughts’ here is likely referencing the beginning of the song, so the grandiose fantasies here have ‘dried up’ or become boring/useless. Yet still, the narrator is trying to prop themselves up to an image of God, but they just can’t find it. Earlier in the song the narrator expresses becoming angry easily, but now things like their rage have vanished. They still keep up their egotistical act however, they keep up their mask, but on the inside they’re ignorant—to me this signals that things like their rage are still around, just that they’re now ignorant to the concept.

“Still, this story is still going

because I wish for it to reach you,

listening constantly.”

Simple as: the narrator wants to be understood deep down, so they keep going.

“I pledged a ceasefire. My personality peeled off and fell

because I have the courage to accept disappointment.”

Pledging a ceasefire here to me is to ask for the toxicity to end, for things to become good again, but it doesn’t happen as the narrator becomes disappointed that it doesn’t stop. Before in the first pre chorus the idea was expressed that we blow up when we don’t get what we want, but here the narrator surrenders to the idea that this toxicity will be going on forever. They don’t blow up at this despite it being contradictory to their narcissism, so it’s like their personality has peeled off.

(then the chorus repeats twice)

“I summoned you on purpose. I died—my heart rotted to nothing.

‘That’s a sign of vanity, you know?’

Whatever you say. I already get it, though.”

Now the conflict becomes directly confrontational: they’re not summoning a backlash from the people they love anymore, they’re just directly summoning a person. They’re now acknowledging the person that has been causing the ‘spring storm’ all along. But this directness inflames the fear of failing and rejection and disappointment to the point where the narrator feels like they die. And once again, it’s a sign of vanity, but the narrator already understands this.

“I called you an idiot. Like smoke, you made me uncomfortable. I looked at you and woke up.”

They say that praying to be loved

is a sin. It has such a sweet scent.”

In the toxicity occurring between the narrator and this other person, the narrator tries to attack the other person, but they can’t hold up their egotistical better-than-everyone image anymore with the direct confrontation between themselves and the other person. They become uncomfortable as they are forced to face themselves, and they wake up. Once again it repeats that the narrator is nearly addicted to the love and praise that others give them, but this time with the context of the first line it’s a more bittersweet image.

“Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye.

We’ll say goodbye and if we fall in love again, let’s smile together.”

The image of saying goodbye after one final good moment repeats. The final line ends with the narrator accepting the end of the relationship, saying that if the love ever comes back in the future they’ll enjoy their time together again. It’s almost a call for help, a call for the good to come back to the relationship, but it’s already over. 

Anyway this song will forever be about NPD and the toxic interpersonal struggles that come with it, thank you and goodbye

[dfl-inc]

AI image generation

[niceven1]

Me thinking the storm from earlier has blown over so I haul ass to my neighborhood Aldi. As soon as I get in the store everyone’s phones in the store start going off with warning alerts and the tornado sirens start blaring. Lol awesome 😂

[dolores18]

Blackberry Lavender White Mocha

[carbombrenee]

Winter’s glimmer but signs of spring

[sure-thing-casey]

asking poets from the neighboring states

what noise did you send with

when you secondhanded me this storm?

in response to this weather and the poem @fuckingwhateverdude wrote about it 🖤

[summerwages]

Clouds in a hurry..

just before the tripod blew over and my phone called 911..had some splain’n to do..

[maliwaru]

春嵐 ( Spring Storm ) — LuvP feat. 星尘 ⤷ tw : epilepsy warning for mv

[animatedshortoftheday]

Spring Storm (2022) [4 min] by Hanaka Owada | Japan

[virtie333]

Cold, just above freezing, and very wet. Snow is not sticking, yet. I'll be out late at the Easter Vigil Mass, so Chester was fed early, and I work the late shift tomorrow, so I am praying the roads stay safe. ❄❄❄

[newtonianflux]

Cloud Atlas "Cumulonimbus"