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#musings on love
queer-reader-07 · 4 months
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if you would allow me to be sappy on main for a moment, i think there is something so powerful in choosing to fall in love with the world and with the human story.
i can't speak for everyone, but i know that i went through a period in my life where i was nothing but cynical and nihilistic about the world. i had convinced myself that nothing mattered, that if the world fell apart before my eyes it was what we deserved.
but here's the thing, cynicism isn't sustainable. you are never going to be able to find joy in this world if you convince yourself everything sucks and there's no joy to even be found in the first place.
yeah, sometimes the world does suck. sometimes all i want to do is curl up in a corner and sob because i'm violently scared that my loved ones won't come home safe because they dared to exist as themselves in this world. i cannot put into words the levels of fear i felt for my mom's safety during 2020/2021 when anti-asian hate spiked in the US, i worried everyday that she would not come home because how dare she exist as an asian woman in this country. when anti-trans legislation started picking up steam i was, and still am, scared for the safety of myself and all the trans people i know. the world sucks sometimes, people suck sometimes. but i refuse to let myself give up.
i want to believe in beauty of the world, i want to be able to revel in the fact that we are alive, that i am alive. and that our being alive means that we can create beauty and wonder and joy.
i get to enjoy the art that people create, because oh how special is it that we create art? that i can open my phone and read beautiful words crafted by people oceans and countries away. that i can bask in the beauty of the drawings and paintings people so kindly share with the world. that i can walk into a library and be surrounded by generations of stories that i have the privilege of reading. that i can go to a concert and experience the transcendence of live music.
but i also get to experience the beauty of nature. i get to watch as the clouds turn pink on my early morning drives to school. i get to take photos of the cherry blossoms in the few weeks that they turn pink in the spring. i get to look out my car window on a clear day and see the mountain grace us with her beauty.
i am alive. we are alive. why should we waste this life wallowing in cynical despair?
i have to believe in the world. i have to believe in the human story. i have to hold onto the hope that life is worth living and that things will get better. i am reminded of that hope every time i see art that makes me feel alive, every time i read a book or a poem or a story that makes me feel like being a human is a beautiful thing, every time a song transports me into a new world. i am reminded of that hope every time i talk to my friends and am reminded of why i love them so deeply. i am reminded of that hope every time i learn something new and feel the joy of new beginnings and new experiences wash over me.
i hope. and that is a powerful thing. it is a powerful thing to hope and to love and to believe. to hope for a better world. to love the world. to believe in the world.
a friend told me recently that i love and care for humanity fiercely and gently. and i think that's the root of it all. i don't just love my people, i love people. i love the human story, i believe in the human story, i have hope for our story.
it is powerful to love and believe and hope when you exist within a society that wants to beat you down. it is powerful to love and believe and hope when you are the "other" in the social order. it is powerful to love and believe and hope when you used to think you were not worthy of those things.
it's hard to love and to hope and to believe. but i have to, for my own survival. i have to allow myself to fall in love with the world. i have to allow myself to believe. i have to allow myself to hope. because for so long i didn't allow myself those things. and i think that is a powerful thing, that i can allow myself those things now.
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gwaindrifter · 4 months
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Spurred by a recent disagreement between my ex and I, I want ask;
If "other" explain in the tags, or clarify if something seemingly higher on the list is acceptable but something lower isn't.
I'm actually really curious about this because I'm wondering if my view on this is skewed for various reasons.
Edit: I'm talking about what is considered socially acceptable by modern society. I know it's fine to fuck the homies.
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contactlessdrivethru · 4 months
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there is something unique and deeply special about monkey d luffy as a protagonist. he’s overwhelmingly ADORED by the fandom. he’s consistently the most or at least top 3 most popular characters in the whole series. peoples takes about him are gushingly positive. and that’s… really uncommon.
a LOT of fandoms i’ve witnessed or been in have a tendency to favor characters other than the main character. especially in anime. the main characters are often written as a blank slate for readers/watchers to project onto, but that makes them not as interesting and so they don’t get the fan attention.
but luffy is so far from that. and he’s ALWAYS been this way. we love him so much. he’s the heart of the story and the heart of the fandom in every single way. and i think that speaks to how well-written he is as a character. he’s fun and charming and complex and interesting and he makes us laugh and cry and cheer and hope and love. he’s able to inspire so much joy in people, both in his world but also in this one. and i think that’s really special. i feel so grateful to have found this story that means so much to me, and i’m so grateful that luffy exists.
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fanta-sea · 1 year
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For two years, I walked the same path home. Every crack in the side walk, every bump in the road. Now I'm trying, desperately, to find one that brings the same comfort and isn't laced with you. It's like whoever said that the mind forgets but the heart remembers. Only time will judge.
But at least I didn't make the mistake of building a home in you.
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mccoyquialisms · 2 months
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Riz immediately moving to save Fig and leaping in after her without hesitation, Adaine counterspelling a GOD to save her, Gorgug casting Warding Bond…what if I wept
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maggie44paint · 21 days
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HE HURLED HIS THUNDERBOLT!
I kept seeing that one zeus meme with godzilla and had to do a gabe version lol
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s0fthunny · 7 months
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rueyam · 9 months
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the first purpose of being lovers is that you can find peace within each other. when you look at someone, you just calm down. like „finally i‘m in a safe place, finally this is a place where i‘ll be dignified, i won’t be humiliated, i won’t be reminded of past mistakes, i‘m completely at ease.“
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words-at-night · 26 days
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metamorphesque · 25 days
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"Love One Another", Vardan Hakobyan (translated by metamorphesque)
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queer-reader-07 · 2 months
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that saying that's like "to be loved is to be known" always gets to me because i think that's what i'm trying to convey when i talk about love being stored in the memes you send you friends that make you both laugh out loud, and the info dumps you sit through because you know your friend is oh so passionate, and the messages that go "hey, i saw *insert band* you like is coming to our city. do you wanna go?" to be loved is to have people know exactly what will make you smile. to love others is to have things that makes you think of them and go "i should send them this." yeah, i think to be loved really is to be known.
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this came to me in a vision (Pinterest board)
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femsrevenge · 2 months
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fanta-sea · 1 year
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How do I tell you about the future I see?
Unlike every other one, we're both young. In this one there are no kids, like how we both would have wanted. The sun is warm but not bright, and I'm in a dress I don't think I would have ever worn. We're climbing a hill with a picnic basket. The wind threatens to blown the large sunhat I'm wearing away. And we're laughing. You're in a comfortable blue button up, with too many buttons unbuttoned as usual. We're smiling as we sit in the sun. And we're watching the unchanging view, just huddled next to each other, still smiling.
I don't remember what we're looking at. I don't know what we're looking at. I could swear it was the hills upon hills of brown-yellow California, but if you asked me again it could be a European countryside, with a chateau nearby and grazing cattle. Ask me again and it would be a seaside cliff with an abandoned lighthouse. It will change every time, but there is one constant – that you were there, and I was there and that we were together, in each others company.
This vision, I've seen before. It's too familiar. It's too perfect and warm and shiny. We're too happy, in our own little world, the calm before the storm. There's a faded sepia tone to it, and it's a little too grainy like a worn out post card. Perhaps this was a past life. We both know this isn't the future. But for now I'll just file this memory with the pile of forgotten dreams. It would be for the best, I decide. Tomorrow I'll set it free and let you go.
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tinystepsforward · 3 months
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the good thing about no longer working for automattic has been being able to like. watch matt go off the rails during his ostensible sabbatical and have it be 0% my problem any more
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jaggedjawjosh · 2 months
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You asked for my trust, then marred it with betrayal, wondering why the faith was lost.
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