To A Kinder World. By @HerrinAlexander

"love didn't change anything but it matters that it was there" this "love saved the narrative" that. wrong. love doomed the fucking narrative these people crawled out of the dirt where the love they had for each other buried them with blood in their mouth that wasn't theirs

they invented a new low just for me

These heart palpitations are annoying af

I always wonder what Rick told the emergency services/what they concluded about Beth and Diane's deaths. I assume the official conclusion was probably something along the lines of 'one of Rick’s inventions exploded and ended up killing his wife and daughter' but what did Rick himself tell them? Was he too shellshocked to say anything and the neighbours filled in the gaps? Did he tell them the truth and they wrote it off as shock/grief? Did he tell them the truth but in an ambiguous way (e.g. ‘it was my fault’)? Did he lie?

“irreplaceable”

the one word where morty figured out this wasn’t really rick.

and no wonder morty believes rick could just up and replace him any day. because there’s infinite versions of him, after all. because there’s infinite other things that are better than him. because, for the longest time, every other day, rick kept on telling him how replaceable he is.

no wonder he was scared that hug wouldn't have been real.

but, truth is, rick would’ve jumped after him (if he had thought morty was in real danger).

truth is, rick would have performed in front of a crowd for him.

truth is, rick would anything, just about anything, for him. he would travel the longest distances just to get him back. he would spoil him with gadgets and gifts. he would forgo the chance to see his wife again just so he could spend the rest of the evening with him.

truth is, morty was wrong.

ok finally got to chapter 44 of ranma 1/2 and wow. the transness of it REALLY jumps out. wearing too many clothes that are too baggy? the cover art featuring bandages as a binder? girl we been knew but WOW

lowkey if u just ignore everything life is so good .... the flowers are blooming, the sun is shining!!

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; entry no. 102

and this isn't coherent at all but im just thinking about. well aira died. for like 10 minutes she was dead. you see this child who's seen death at such a young age, you see her growing up, trying to make her mom proud, trying to be the perfect girl, and then she dies. and when she comes back there's another story like hers but on the opposite side, the weary adult side, a mirror to hers but distorted. it isn't her mom, it will never be, and all the memories of her are hazy and bright and these new memories of a life that isn't hers but could have been in some other life, these memories are dark and sharp and sting, and she's never going to see her mom again. or maybe she did, a brief glimpse in the darkness when her heart stopped beating. and that has to be enough. so she does what she has always done. she loves. and she remembers.

Friend going back to uk, went there with another friend, got back, eating kfc now and then going for brutalist, Les gooooo!!!!!

Also you know the answer, we both are fools for each other<3

Feeling better now :)