I Felt Like I Was A Little Freak With All My Pent Up Queer Longing And Desire And Then I Read Richard

ovulation is hitting and it’s like the horniess is mixed up with sleepiness and despair in some kind of twisted, erotic threesome in my body

What a year huh

But orthur!!!!

Stone faced and barely moving in the club.

This may have already been mentioned, but I also believe that making them human gives the individual such less power. Realizing that the monster you fear is just a human just like you makes you realize that there can be hope and the possible within the seemingly impossible. That’s in no way to say that it makes their actions any less despicable and disgusting in any way, shape or form. Their actions are still wicked and nothing like what your average next door neighbor could even think of doing. However, when we stop putting people on a pedestal and see them at our level (or better yet below that- down in hell for one), it’s an even better step forward to conquering the problem and staying hopeful.

I thought it was fairly normal to feel empathy for bad people.

I thought it was common, even.

But after my Elon/Grimes post... now I'm wondering if I was mistaken about that.

I wrote a post about Trump being traumatized after his assassination attempt and a post about his poor adaptation to aging. I expressed sympathy for him in both cases. But I still maintain my white hot hatred of him and wish for him to face consequences.

Elon was abused by his father. Some of the stories are incredibly tragic. Hearing those stories triggers an involuntary response in my emotional systems that I can't stop no matter how much I despise present-day Elon. I also wonder if that abuse never occurred maybe we wouldn't be dealing with this current clusterfuck.

I have never held so much anger towards a single person as I do my brother. But I also see him as a victim of abuse. I know he was once a really good person and he was slowly corrupted. I feel sorry for him. I mourn the amazing person he used to be. And I still love him.

But that doesn't make me any less angry.

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I spawned 300 crabs and then was honour obligated to make them all love me

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i seriously cannot comprehend the sex drive that makes one exclusively horny for captain america looking movie hunks or the victorias secret angel archetype of tall underweight women with generically pretty faces in bikinis. that shit is like carbon monoxide or infrasonic noise to my libido like my sexual senses cant even clock it

may someone explain to me like i’m five where the invictus poem first came from, i for some reason do not remember this detail ever 😔

Thinking about how— up until this point— Arthur has kept the entirety of "Invictus" to himself as his last piece of independence outside of John. And how now— when John recites the full poem to Arthur, in what is surely another merging of their two individual consciousnesses into one— Arthur isn't angry, or scared, or upset. Instead, he's comforted and encouraged by that intermingling, because he's fully accepted himself and John as one fused-together, inseparable unit. And that fact, that complete blurring of himself into John, is what ultimately motivates him to keep moving, to keep fighting, to keep living.