#life is finite
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catyuy · 4 months ago
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Worst thing about getting older.
Realizing that those family and friends that were around before you were born are getting older as well. And as the years go by, they are more likely to die.
Grandparents, neighbors, actors, aunts and uncles. None of them are eternal. And learning to accept that is very hard.
Every time one of them dies, I think I've finally accepted that loss, only to be hit fresh when the next one starts to go.
How does anyone ever get used to accepting loss?
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daily-failboat-clips · 2 years ago
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Life Is Finite
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chocodile · 4 months ago
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Initially came because I saw the hot shark man ridge. Stayed for the masterful story you’re making. I love
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Thank you! Here's a bonus doodle of Ridge, as a treat.
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st-just · 10 months ago
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Vitally important skill is being able to distinguish extremist political movement as in 'a couple dozen extremely miserable people in a crab bucket of a discord server' and extremist political movement as in 'probably the second largest party in the next Bundestag'. Very different implications in terms of how to treat members and level of, like, urgency involved. Even if the latter's ideas and policies are significantly less horrifying than what the former would do if they could!
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annabelle--cane · 1 year ago
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I like the subtle world building implications in the differences between the usher foundation and the magnus institute. if the usher foundation and the magnus institute were meant to be direct parallels to each other, then the usher foundation would have been established in like the 1870s in boston or nyc, but no, it's in dc and was founded no earlier that 1955, and that gives me less "old respectable academia" vibes and more "insane reagan era project comissioned to weaponize the supernatural in the cold war that didn't work but was never officially shut down."
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corvus-frugilegus · 7 days ago
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Man I just like... One of the core questions of Lucanis's character being: How to live fully and what does that really mean? Paired with the experience of the Ossuary and this new found determination to LIVE that comes from it is so great.
Not that I think he didn't want to live pre-ossuary either, he just seemed resigned to this idea that he'd probably die on the job one day and probably pretty young too. Then he goes through literal hell and survives and has made a deal with a demon to LIVE. So now he's grappling with this question: What does it even mean to live?
Because he didn't expect to leave the Ossuary alive and he did and now he has to live.
Because he made a deal, and now the demon inside him is screaming for him to live.
(What is facing your inner demons and finding a new way forward if not beginning to live? What is starting to heal if not committing to living?)
Sure he was living before, but following a path someone else set for him. What does it mean for him to live on his own terms? What does that even look like?
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muaka-safari · 7 days ago
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I have been thinking about the differences between Metru Nui and Mata Nui (the island) recently, and the prev post has reminded me again but - there really had to have been a mentality shift between moving from the former to the latter
for multiple reasons, but the one that's been on my mind is the lack of replacements
like, in Metru Nui, if you lose part of the workforce, a new batch will get created, no problem, but Mata Nui has a finite population. It's an inescapably dwindling number in a strange new world that is constantly evolving fresh ways to kill you
after 1000 yrs, how many had they lost? Were the Turaga counting their numbers and doing the maths - how long before there were none? Before their situation becomes untenable?
were the Matoran aware of this? Or had the memory loss of their time in Metru Nui dulled them to this realisation - that this wasn't the normal way of life, the way they were meant to exist?
they had lived with an ever-rotating cast of colleagues and neighbours in Metru Nui, there's a chance that the millennium on Mata Nui was one of the most socially-stable periods they'd ever encountered. Not only because there weren't new faces to learn, but also because it was a shrinking number
these are your neighbours, the last and only neighbours you'll ever know
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cornedbeefhashtags · 1 month ago
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falloutnewnobody · 21 days ago
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fuck painting gold embroidery all my homies hate painting gold embroidery
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umi-no-onnanoko · 7 months ago
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Ho bisogno di...
(finite voi la frase)
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opens-up-4-nobody · 5 months ago
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#i never really thought about a person being a finite thing. you can see the effects of a person after they die. in the unfinished projects.#in the rooms of clutter. in abandoned closets. in pictures and in mermered phrases. and you can see time#chipping away at those things. eroding away the evidance that a person existed. clothes move into other people's closets. projects are boxed#away. and a person becomes confined to photos and memories. and thats existentially terrifying but its not a bad thing. time erodes away all#things. that's how life works. matter and energy transforms.#we arent made to last forever. i dunno. i guess im still just rattled from being home even tho ive been back a week and a half.#and my brain tends to fixate on the wrong things. nearly 27 years of knowing someone eclipsed by a visual sequence lasting less than a day.#bc i just cant get over how scary it would be to die like that. to start losing control of your body. to not be able to feed yourself or get#to the bathroom. to have your mind be overcome by the toxins building up in your mangled and broken body.#and it could have been worse. it could have been a lot worse. but its still not fair. theres no good way to die. i dunno. i guess i just#miss my mom in some abstract way but i find it more viscerally upsetting to think about the people that have to deal with her absence.#it makes me sad that my dad is alone now. i dunno. grief doesnt feel like i thought it would. most of the time i dont even know what im#crying about. its undirected. it doesnt feel like: i miss you. it feels like: youre gone. how can you be gone? why does everything feel the#same? and its not that it doesnt make sense. its that nothings changed. the terror of that.#and im walking around in an acumulation of my dead mother's clothes. and no one knows. theyll never know.#and there's nothing to be done about it. so it goes.#i guess im just sad. and its hard to breathe at the thought of returning to school at the end of August.#unrelated
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eastofedean · 6 months ago
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do you guys ever think about, "The point is that they were here at all and you got to know them. When they're gone, it will hurt, but that hurt will remind you of how much you loved them." because I fucking do!
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quotelr · 23 days ago
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I’m thankful that everything sweet is sweet because it is finite.
Anthony Doerr, Four Seasons in Rome: On Twins, Insomnia, and the Biggest Funeral in the History of the World
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raayllum · 2 years ago
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like he’s just my little man
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elderling · 5 months ago
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what you guys who say 'yes im built different' to the immortality poll are missing is the fact that you still have to participate in society. working 9-5 for 4000 years would drive me to bodily hurt people i think.
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scoliosisgoblin · 1 year ago
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bunch of sketches before I sleep, cleaned up some of them, but uhhhhhhh
Minnie belongs to @plumbus-central :) love those fellas
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