#and subsequently a lot of sympathy for the poor buggers on the other end

[theoppositeofprofound]

The appeal of Valinor is not that you are healed and it’s happily ever after, it’s that you must heal forever and always reckon with what you have done and what has been done to you. How do you live with yourself when you can’t properly die? When even your afterlife is full of ghosts? You can’t escape or put it aside—you have to reach a peace with them, but that peace will always be a little tenuous. No one will ever forget what happened, even as new and brighter memories begin to paper over the old. They can’t forget. The scars will always be there, on the spirit if not the flesh. Even if it hurts less every day, it will always hurt a little. And yet, you’re here. So you get on with it.

[iridescentoracle]

#what if you had to deal with your ptsd forever? what then? also one of the guys who raided your refugee camp lives a day away #it’s SUCH a war veteran narrative #specifically ww1 too #‘heaven is probably full of people on the other side of the trenches’ #‘and we’ll have to get along with the nice boys who blew our heads off’ #is something that a guy at the Somme might think but probably not a guy at Normandy #there was a lot more of a sense of… mutual pointlessness #and subsequently a lot of sympathy for the poor buggers on the other end #especially in the post war Hey What The Hell reevaluation era (via theoppositeofprofound)

The appeal of Valinor is not that you are healed and it’s happily ever after, it’s that you must heal forever and always reckon with what you have done and what has been done to you. How do you live with yourself when you can’t properly die? When even your afterlife is full of ghosts? You can’t escape or put it aside—you have to reach a peace with them, but that peace will always be a little tenuous. No one will ever forget what happened, even as new and brighter memories begin to paper over the old. They can’t forget. The scars will always be there, on the spirit if not the flesh. Even if it hurts less every day, it will always hurt a little. And yet, you’re here. So you get on with it.

[shrikeseams]

#what if you had to deal with your ptsd forever? what then? also one of the guys who raided your refugee camp lives a day away#it’s SUCH a war veteran narrative#specifically ww1 too#‘heaven is probably full of people on the other side of the trenches’#‘and we’ll have to get along with the nice boys who blew our heads off’#is something that a guy at the Somme might think but probably not a guy at Normandy#there was a lot more of a sense of… mutual pointlessness#and subsequently a lot of sympathy for the poor buggers on the other end#especially in the post war Hey What The Hell reevaluation era - @theoppositeofprofound

The appeal of Valinor is not that you are healed and it’s happily ever after, it’s that you must heal forever and always reckon with what you have done and what has been done to you. How do you live with yourself when you can’t properly die? When even your afterlife is full of ghosts? You can’t escape or put it aside—you have to reach a peace with them, but that peace will always be a little tenuous. No one will ever forget what happened, even as new and brighter memories begin to paper over the old. They can’t forget. The scars will always be there, on the spirit if not the flesh. Even if it hurts less every day, it will always hurt a little. And yet, you’re here. So you get on with it.