#i don't believe in god

[touchtillivomit]

i don’t believe in god. not for me, anyway. i believe in it for everyone else who does, but when it comes to me, the prayers don’t land anywhere. i used to pray so hard my chest hurt, used to cry into my pillow and whisper his name like maybe, this time, he’d hear me. maybe, this time, he’d reach down and save me from myself. but he never did. they tell you god is a savior, that he listens, that he gives and gives if you just have faith. but what they don’t tell you is what happens when all that faith goes unanswered. when you’ve given him everything—your time, your hope, your tears—and he still leaves you with nothing but the weight of it all. it makes you wonder if he was ever listening or if it’s just you shouting into the void, hoping it’ll echo back someday. but maybe that’s why i love ethel cain’s music. there’s something about her songs that feels like she gets it. it’s not that she believes in god either, but there’s a connection there—a tension between devotion and abandonment, between wanting to be saved and knowing no one’s coming. her music feels like every prayer i ever whispered and every scream i ever swallowed, all wrapped up in aching lyrics and haunting melodies. it’s the kind of music that holds you in your darkest moments and tells you, “yeah, i’ve been there too.” it’s not about god saving you; it’s about sitting with your pain and finding something holy in surviving it. so no, i don’t believe in god, but i believe in her music, in the way it takes something as messy and human as suffering and makes it sound like a hymn. maybe that’s all the salvation i’ll ever get, and maybe that’s enough.

again this is my opinion ! @mothercain

[cheerie-os]

"just breathe"

I'll fucking breathe when I know my family is safe. My best friend is openly and obviously trans in Deep South Texas. I'll fucking breathe when I know they're safe. I'll fucking breathe when I know that me and my family will have a godamn future. I'll fucking breathe when all this is over. Don't tell me to calm down I'm fucking mad and I'm fucking terrified. I spent six years of my fucking life hiding who I was and I'll fucking die before I have to do it again. fuck this country. fuck that "man". fuck everyone don't tell me to fucking "just breathe" I don't even know if I'll be breathing by the time this is over.

vote blue. for me and for the other people that can't.

[audreyrose7]

So......

Because Christians live in fear they think everyone else does? Because they worry about the fate of everyone's souls, they think everyone else does? Because they think they can only "love someone" by trying to "lovingly" force everyone to believe in their God.... Because they are forceful, rude, controlling, toxic, afraid, powerless..... They think everyone else is too?

[drakonovisny]

maybe i should become the first transgender eastern orthodox priest

[lunarhode]

i will never believe in god but him washing my hair in the bath at 2am came really close.

[eastofedean]

I can see the aurora borealis 🥹

[selene-moonie]

god bless tumblr bc where else can i go to actively celebrate wanting to fuck my favorite fictional characters with relative anonymity?

[ishouldsleepbut]

the sailor song trend in edits right now is actually going to destroy me

[nostarsign]

I sleep peacefully knowing that if creator of the creatures, Griffin McElroy, made me I would be considered a sweet boy.

[astridcookie]

when I grow up. I'm going to survive by being so pathetic that god feels sorry for me and gives me a house ^__^

[touchtillivomit]

it feels like i’m suffocating under the weight of expectations i never asked for, trapped in this version of myself my family wants to see. they’re good christians, the kind that pray over you at dinner and tell you to give all your struggles to god, but what do you do when the struggle is something they’d never accept? i’m the “good girl” they’re proud of, the one with the perfect grades, the polite smile, the quiet voice that never steps out of line. but they don’t see the cracks under the surface, don’t know that some days i feel like a boy, like the idea of being a girl doesn’t fit right, like i’m living in someone else’s skin. other days, i feel like a girl, but not the kind they want me to be. i’ve learned to hide it all, to fold myself into this tiny, manageable shape because i know what happens if i don’t. the disappointment, the lectures, the cold distance wrapped in forced love. they think they know me, but they only know the mask i wear, and that mask feels heavier every day. every bible verse, every prayer they say feels like a reminder that who i am isn’t allowed here. i can’t breathe under all of it, the pretending, the fear, the constant ache of knowing i’ll never be enough for them if they knew the truth. i’m stuck being what they want, even if it means losing who i am, because it’s safer to hide than to risk everything. but even as i push myself deeper into this role, i feel this quiet desperation growing, this need to break free before i lose myself completely. i just don’t know how to stop pretending. not yet.

[desolationsuperfund]

i just want to love and be loved but god said i'm gonna make that soooo hard for you pal

[audreyrose7]

Sometimes I'm still really worried that I'm somehow "wrong" even tho I'm confident and incredibly happy as an atheist, there's still that impending doom of "oh no, what if I'm wrong?" Because I left Jesus, and the cult of Christianity never wants you to do that! It's a mind fuck for sure 😅

[danlous]

Ignoring the real possibility he intentionally let himself be caught from the little we know so far Luigi Mangione's case is a fascinating combination of astonishing brilliance and confusing stupidity. This young man plans and executes his assassination and escape with such a meticulous care and calmness that it's suspected that he's a professional hitman. He comes up with Riddler-sque moves like writing his manifesto poetically on the bullets and leaving his backpack behind full of Monopoly money. He carefully wears a mask to avoid being identified but removes it because a woman who was checking him into the hostel was flirting with him and wanted to see his smile. He still manages to escape the most surveilled city in the country in the midst of ongoing national manhunt only to get caught in the middle of bumfuck nowhere Pennsylvania while eating at the McDonalds. Because for some reason he had the same clothes and mask as in New York and was carrying the same gun and suppressor. And when the cops detained him he showed them the same fake id he used in New York. And oh yeah he's a frat bro gym rat who has a masters degree in computer science from Penn but reads stupid self-help books about being on the grind and is 'anti-woke' while being bisexual suffering from anxiety and wanting to end oppressive capitalism. Not even god himself could invent a person like this

[aitata-troybel]

Questioning question, what do artists that comissionate and it's their major income/job/work when they have artblock or burnout art off?

because i find it hard to believe that bosses would say "oh you have artblock? I'll give you a still paid freedays so you get outta it"

this question comes from how usually i leave art for around 9 months or so because of school consuming like half the energy i would use to draw, just to start again from zero, or at least a fifty thanks to doing random doodles in class or similar things

[thecaptainvermillion]

Dear god!

Mental illness really has a way of grasping onto every waking moment of your life, huh.