#23:40

[ko-existing]

I wanted to share something I’ve been thinking about regarding how readers on blogs (like mine or others') tend to approach questions and answers. This was set in motion by an anonymous message I received recently that made me giggle a bit, especially because it reminded me of how much we, as random bloggers, talk about the dynamic between questions, answers, and how people interact with these platforms.

It seems like many readers have grown used to essay-length answers to even the simplest or most repetitive questions. Some of these questions have been answered countless times already or could be answered by the readers themselves if they just paused for a moment, turned inward, and truly reflected. But instead, people often immediately jump to sending a message, hoping for a long, detailed response that will “click” for them, as if the answer lies in the length or complexity of the words.

This expectation comes from the way some communities—or even other bloggers—approach things, offering long-winded posts full of explanations, metaphors, emojis, and a kind of conversational fluff that feels comforting. Readers have come to associate detailed responses with care and shorter, direct answers with coldness or rudeness. But the truth is, it’s quite the opposite. A simple, to-the-point reply isn’t dismissive; it’s actually a sign that the answer itself doesn’t require overcomplication.

Here’s the real problem: many readers have started to treat blogs and posts as safety nets or holy scriptures, thinking they can’t make progress without them. That's why whenever someone deactivates or deletes their posts, chaos starts. It’s as if they believe there’s one magical post or response that will finally make everything click. But that post doesn’t exist. No one ever truly ��gets it” from reading a post, no matter how detailed or well-written it is. Clarity doesn’t come from reading—it comes from you.

For instance, many bloggers didn’t have endless posts to rely on back when they saw what they saw. We, for example, didn't learn about it on tumblr at all. There weren’t thousands of essays, analogies, or explanations to read through. It was minimal, simple. And that simplicity forced them to look inward, instead of relying on an external source for validation or understanding. Nowadays, people spend hours scrolling through posts, consuming every blog as if they’re going to miss out on the one post that holds the key. But they’re not missing anything.

The more you read, the more complicated it gets. You don’t need 800 posts, 20 asks a day, or three years of scrolling through Tumblr to realize what’s being pointed to. In fact, the opposite is true—you need less. Less reading, less asking, less overthinking. Stop for a moment and ask yourself: is this endless searching actually helping you? Is it getting you anywhere?

Many readers don’t want to hear this because it challenges the habits and attachments they’ve built. But those habits—the constant searching, questioning, and relying on external answers—are what keep you in the same loop. The more you treat blogs and posts as your safety net, the further you drift from the simplicity of what’s being pointed to.

So here’s the blunt truth: the only place clarity starts, goes, and ends is within you. Not in a post, not in a blogger, not in an answer.

If this feels frustrating or even offensive to hear, take a moment to sit with that feeling. That frustration or discomfort might just be a sign that it’s time to stop consuming and start being.

You cannot explain the inexplainable with more words. It's useless in every sense.

[goosebumpssss-blog]

l'm not fine. Şh

[un-invierno-eterno]

Lunes 22 de abril del 2024 23:42pm

Querido Niño:

Ya van casi 2 semanas sin ti, mañana se cumplen las 2.

Hace 2 semanas te tenía durmiendo a los pies de mi cama y te extraño tanto.

Ayer sentí tu olor al despertar, creí que todo había sido una maldita pesadilla y que estabas conmigo sano y salvo. Pero no, solo me viniste a visitar unos segundos.

Últimamente le hago cariño a los gatos y lo único que hacen es hacerme daño, el Vicente se engancho de mi cuello el otro día y la Mimi me mordió la mano por querer abrazarla. Tu nunca me hubieras hecho eso.

Dios sabe que le gritaría al cielo para que te traiga conmigo otra vez.

Creeme no quería dormirte, TE LO JURO QUE NO, YO TE AMABA CON MI VIDA, MI ALMA Y MIS PUTOS HUESOS.

Eras mi día, mi tarde y mis noches. Estuve contigo cuando ya no dabas más y creía que te traería de vuelta a la casa y saldrías a pasear, te daría de comer e iríamos a dormir juntos. Pero ya no estabas quieto, estabas sufriendo por la bronquitis crónica al no llevarte a tiempo al veterinario. Y es que los papás no me hacían caso, mamá te quiso medicar a la mala y yo sólo me deje influenciar por pobre y por miedo.

Te mejoraste, te bañé y de caiste de nuevo pero para peor, luchaste con tu resfriaste una semana y media hasta que notaron que de verdad era grave cuando tú quisiste irte a la pieza con ellos y pedirles ayuda.

Ahí por fin entendieron.

Pero ya era demasiado tarde.

Y yo juro que hice de todo para que me creyeran, pero sentía que está vez ya no mejorarias, que quizás ya tendrías que irte.

Viví toda tu enfermedad, tus días respirando de la mierda, viéndote caminar por la casa enojado, con dolores a mil en tu cuerpo, con tu corazón a punto de explotar, con tu alma lejos de tu cuerpo y haciendo pipí a cantidades que ya no eran normales.

Buscabas frío y calor, no querías beber agua, no querías comer pero te ayude a que lo hicieras, te vi sangrar por las narices, te vi vomitar sangre, te vi vomitar flemas, mocos verdes, rojos y rosados de tu nariz. Vi como hasta hacías sangre.

Las secreciones en tu cuerpo ya no eran normales, te vi llorar del dolor y un día te escuché quejarte en medio de tu respiros ahogados. Ese día quería morirme porque no soportaba la forma en la que dios te había elegido para morir.

Nunca quise que sufrieras y lo hizo con todas las de la ley, ví como te dolía todo, y nunca me pusiste un diente encima. Te abrazaba y me lo aceptabas aunque te dolieran los pulmones, los bronquios y el corazón. Porque me amabas tal y como yo lo hacía.

Dios, te eligió de esta forma porque ninguno de los dos nos queríamos soltar y fue cruel. Te dio metástasis, en el veterinario no lo quisieron aclarar así, pero al ver tu radiografía supe que ya no eras mío y que se venía lo peor.

Quería que te fueras solito, pero ya no respirabas, te estabas haciendo pipí solito y tenías mocos verdes horrorosos. Ni siquiera dormías.

Yo creía que ese día estarías de vuelta conmigo en la casa, pero no. Tuve que dejarte ahí porque te dormi y elegí la opción de incinerarte, ya que no iba a poder soportar el poner tu cuerpo en la tierra.

Me daba pánico.

Después de nueve días llegaste otra vez, pero en una caja, con una placa ordinaria con tu precioso nombre, sin fechas de nada como habían prometido.

Pero por fin tenía algo de ti cerca de mi.

Te he llorado todos los días, cada vez que te recuerdo porque extraño abrazarte y sentir tu olor a perrito viejo. Ese aroma dulce con olor a perro. Era cálido, era acogedor y me hacía sentir tranquila.

Pero no estás y me duele cada segundo, escribo esto llorando con los mocos colgando, acostada en mi cama en posición fetal en dirección hacia la ventana. Me imagino que estás en la curvita de mis piernas dándome calor, pero no estás.

Eras tan calentito, tan acogedor, tan reconfortante, que hasta pienso en tener otro perro pero tengo miedo de que sea traicionero y no me dé el mismo amor que tú me entregaste.

Tu eras maravilloso, me amabas y me respetabas.

Te hiciste cargo de mi con meses de vida, hiciste que mi hermano no me volviera a poner una mano encima, me defendías con tus 80 cm de largo y tus 45 cm de largo.

Eras un petizo precioso, rubio, coludo, de patitas chuecas, orejas grandes y peluditas. Cómo un cocker, pero mestizo ajajajaja.

Te tuve que dormir con 14 años y 7 meses.

Fue duro, te juro que no quería, pero estabas hasta la mierda de mal.

Extraño tu calor, tu vibra, tus chistes, tu buena onda, tu alma de niño, tu respeto, tu amor incondicional, tu amistad, tu fortaleza, tu compañía y tu fidelidad.

Eras el ser más puro de mi vida, contigo por fin sentí que un ser en todo el mundo tuvo piedad de mi, de mis sentimientos, de mi sensibilidad y de mi forma de querer.

Me amaste con paciencia.

Y te juro que eres el unico que hizo eso.

Ya no se a quien contarle mis cosas y sentí que me escuchan, que me quieren y que me acompañan en todo. Tu estabas en todos lados conmigo, hasta cuándo almorzaba sola. Cuando mis papás se iban al sur, ahí estabas tu a mi lado durmiendo y acompañándome. Ahora no estás y siento frío, una pena enorme, me siento vacia, incomprendida y enfurecida.

Eras mi alma, el calor que siempre me había faltado de niña, la compañía y el amor que nadie me daba. Te cuento que otra vez le temo a la oscuridad, me volví ansiosa e insegura al igual como solía ser antes de que estuvieras en mi vida. Cómo que volví a tener 10 años. Te fuiste y en vez de evolucionar me hice pequeña e indefensa otra vez.

No estás y otra vez soy miserable, vacía y sin amor suficiente.

Se que estás descansado y lo siento por molestarte tanto. Pero te extraño tanto, la casa se siente una mierda fría y vacía sin ti.

Te amo tanto mi bebé.

Espero que cuando me vaya de aquí me recibas en el cielo, porque contigo lo sentiré un cielo seguro. Fuiste mi pilar fundamental en mi niñez, adolescencia e iniciada adultez.

Fuiste la luz de mi camino y la crianza que tanto necesitaba.

Muchas gracias por tu bendita existencia.

Te amo demasiado.

Sé que lo diste todo para quedarte, pero lamentablemente ya no se podía hacer nada más.

"con besos de amor llenos de agradecimiento y mucha pena..."

–Winter❄️

[a4ruby]

[lakriimal]

çok sinir oldum her fedakarlığı karşı taraf yapsın istiyor sen ne yapacaksın çok pardon?

[linoyes]

LEE KNOW + DOME TOUR: VCR MAKING MOVIE

[elsecrytt]

okay but jjk somnophilia is like

gojo "please please pleaaaaase let me put it in while you're sleeping PLEASE i swear i'll make you cum i proooomise please let's try it once pleeaaase. YOU can put it in ME whenever you want!!! any time any place anything you want in any of my holes!! wake me up with it!! it'll be soooo hot" satoru

vs

nanami "i have kink charts for both of us and they have sliding scales and notes section for each one. we can mark hard boundaries for what state of consciousness we want for ourselves or our partners, giving or receiving, what sex acts, etc. we'll set up a safe word and a safe gesture and then we can start trying things out" kento

vs

geto "sorry i fell asleep while eating you out, it will happen again. no, i won't stop eating you out when i fall unconscious. just tear me off your pussy if you don't like it" suguru

[oleafia-art]

some golden guards + caleb

i wanted to take a break and do some character design of a few golden guards based off of some of the ones seen briefly in canon. i also drew hunter and caleb as references for faces and stuff. i tried to make them as similar as possible, but also looking very individual to one another. since belos claimed that hunter looks the most like caleb, i tried to stay true to that while keeping the other three looking similar but not quite as identical. anyways i love them <3 they’re like the most mentally ill family ever to me

these weren’t supposed to be real ocs or anything but then i ended up giving them names and backstories and so i wrote a little about them aaaand now im obsessed. i will try to make a full body ref for them, especially alistair and/or constance, if i have time

i apologize for my godawful handwriting 💔

[khaoala]

i have nothing to say in my defense. just look at them.

FIRST KANAPHAN as KANT PATTANAWAT and KHAOTUNG THANAWAT as BISON music video for DESTROY LOVE and episode 3 of THE HEART KILLERS

[arthurs-better-half]

John and Yellow (Mirrors and Monsters)

Reblogs much appreciated 👍

1. Julio Cortázar, Los Reyes // 2. Malevolent - Part 23 // 3. Brené Brown, Daring Greatly // 4. Brutus - The Buttress // 5. Malevolent - Part 40 "The Order" II // 6. Minotaur Forgiving Knossos - Moonface // 7. Dawning Night by Joseph Feely / Malevolent - Part 1 / Malevolent Part 21 // 8. Joan Tierney, The Elektra Complex // 9. Malevolent - Part 24 // 10. Bad Sun - The Bravery // 11. Minotauro (Minotaur) by Jordi Garriga Mora (2007) // 12. Malevolent - Part 40 "The Order" II // 13. Margaret Atwood, Corpse Song // 14. Repeat Until Death - Novo Amor // 15. Malevolent - Part 40 "The Order" II // 16. The Calling - The Amazing Devil // 17. @autistic-evil-xisuma (sorry for the tag) // 18. Bad Bad Things - AJJ // 19. Marie Howe, The Affliction // 20. Malevolent - Part 40 "The Order" II // 21. Ragnarok III: Strange Meeting - The Mechanisms // 22. a conversation about identity - tea // 23. Malevolent - Part 40 "The Order" // 24. Requiem - Death Note Musical (English concept album) // 25. Richard Silken, The Long and the Short Of It (Annotated)

(Playlist of the songs included (Spotify))

ARIADNE Why do you fear him? He is my brother. MINOS A monster has no siblings.

YELLOW: But it was me. I-In a way. ARTHUR (sighing): John. YELLOW: He was... different than me.

I want to experience your vulnerability but I don't want to be vulnerable Vulnerability is courage in you and inadequacy in me. I'm drawn to your vulnerability but repelled by mine.

But why do I lie awake each night thinking "Instead of you, it should be me"? Something wicked this way comes And as I set to face it, I'm unsure Should I embrace it, should I run? What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love?

ARTHUR (sighing, pityingly): Yellow. He never will. You are trapped with him. Forever. JOHN: Trapped?

I was born into this We were all born You were born like a pearl We were all born

YELLOW (in awe): There's a building, with lights on.

ENTITY (surprised): Well. ARTHUR: What? ENTITY: Nothing. I, I just... the city is so alive.

YELLOW: I... appreciate the life I saw. I... am at a loss for words.

ENTITY: I... the city... the life that exists on every street corner. It's... so different than the Dark World I thought I would forever call home.

I tip my head like a dog at the window. The outside world is so interesting, and I am not a part of it; I'm just witnessing.

JOHN: It's nothing, Arthur. I'm just telling you that every time you call him a monster, you're forgetting that I am the same.

I don't know what's wrong with us They just made us this way There's a hole in you and me That pulls us together

JOHN: If killing Larson kills Yellow... ARTHUR: Then you'll be fine! Stronger, maybe. JOHN: Or. I don't know if I can survive with only half a soul.

I exist in two places, here and where you are

Don't go, you're half of me now But I'm hardly stood proud

JOHN: I know you can't promise me. I know you aren't sure. But... Yellow is a piece of me. Can you imagine having to destroy a piece of yourself? Even if it's a reflection of yourself you may not like!

I look into the waters and see a face I don't recognise Who's this (Who are you)

people always talk about evil clones like oooh a dark mirror oohh what if you saw what a cruel person you were/are capable of becoming. and well yes but what if you were the evil clone. what if you looked in the mirror and what you saw was so bright it blinded you. what if you had to know exactly how good you could have been.

So I looked into your eyes And I saw a reflection Of a coward that you and I both hate very much

And he: (and this was almost unbearable) he saw me see him, and I saw him see me.

ARTHUR (quietly): But we all have to face our demons. Even if they're ourselves.

[Verse 2: THOR, LOKI, & Together] Where are you going? For vengeance For love

You're losing in a staring contest With whatever's in your mirror You are me and I am you But we're not one and I'm inferior

YELLOW: I... I... (Quieter.) Why you, John? What did you have to offer? Why does he care about... you?

Gone, who was right or wrong Who was weak or strong Nothing left to learn

The question for this issue was Do you have a human soul and can you prove it? And, of course, there was no definitive answer.

[Tumblr has deleted progress on this like three times now so I'm posting it now while it's done before it can fuck it up again!!! And thank you @ghostnotoast for being so lovely here is the weave]

[squidwithelbows]

Underrated character growth throughout the sellswords trilogy is Artemis becoming weirdly smug about his unrequested makeover as soon as he can use it to be condescending at people he doesn't like.

[necromash]

Something something, one of my Pelle WIPs because I turned 22 today or whatever, twinning! 😁👍🏻

[donnovien]

I will never get over this

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

oh, Yellow...

(from part 23, vs part 40)

[alien-girl-21]

Filthy dog experience: