I’ve been here before, over and over again, and each time, the same question.
Is this it? Will this time be the one? And each time, the same answer. And I’m just so tired of it.
Booker: More like misery loves company.
Andy: What he said.
Immortal or not, you made a promise. Whatever it takes. I’ve seen it, Andy. I know all the good you’ve done.
I think you showed up when I lost my immortality. So I could see what it was like. So I could remember. You reminded me there are people still worth fighting for.
We don’t get a say in when it ends. We never have. But we can control how we live. And to be honest, Book, you and I, we’ve been doing a shit job of it.
i want a soft connection. i want to be asked how my day went and if i need anything. i want forehead kisses. i want the back of my hand kissed at red lights. i want to be asked how i’m mentally feeling. i want to hold hands everywhere we go. i want romantic gestures. i want my hair played in at the most unexpected moments. i want silent eye connections that lead to smiles. i want to take random walks.
Sort of on the matter of pseudo-nutrition, I've recently become aware of a friend of a friend who's like. VIOLENTLY set against the concept of smoothies for breakfast, or anything cold on an empty stomach, because apparently the chill of it will dampen your internal fires and smother your life force? I'm wondering if there's much of any occult basis behind that, or if she just has an excuse for drinking lukewarm milkshakes to avoid brainfreezes or hurting her teeth.
Okay that could be like four different things but that sounds like new age yogic stuff. "internal fire" is probably a reference to agni?
abusers be pretending they don’t understand something is wrong but then when you say it out loud in front of another person they’re like ‘how dare you say that, how dare you make me look bad’ oh excuse me you’re aware that was bad now? how interesting
dealing with a narcissist be like. this person will never ever understand that they’re wrong, they will never understand that hurting others is wrong, that their actions are cruel or that what they do is unacceptable. it’s like dealing with someone who will no matter what commit atrocities and then play dumb about it and expect to be coddled and praised for it. and if you try to explain they rage or cry or both. it’s like they don’t even understand they’re forcing you to throw your self esteem into the trash while they do it. they punish and guilt you for trying to defend any boundaries like it’s a natural thing to do. you’re left in confusion and self doubt, all while suppressing mountains and mountains of trauma, injustices, neglect, violations, humiliation and crimes against your person, and it never stops.
one time in high school my french teacher told the class that his grandmother died and a kid in the class said “je regrette :(“ and the french teacher burst out laughing and was like “you’re gonna wanna say desolé in this context because je regrette means like…. my bad”
Ok this is kinda funny but imagine being surrounded by people who sound like this. The French language was a mistake in the first place but combining it with English.... abomination