My only memory from childhood (with friends) that I remember.
I was at a birthday party of a (so-called friend) I can’t remember exactly whose party it was, I have suspicions but I can’t name the exact person.
We were playing a “game” an illogical game, of cutting a hard bar of chocolate with a PLASTIC knife and fork (I know, illogical, especially for a 8-9 year old).
I was the one cutting the chocolate. I tried. I really did. But it’s ridiculous! I was told to “hurry up” repeatedly by the other “friends”, I truly felt in that moment, that I wasn’t meant to be invited. That I was the person their parents told them to invite for “class inclusivity”, which was bullshit.
When I was being told to hurry up repeatedly, I felt tears in my eyes and this feeling in my heart. I couldn’t remember the exact feeling. But I felt I wasn’t suppose to be there.
After that, I don’t remember another party. I don’t remember going. Either I wasn’t invited or I refused to attend. I just can’t seem to remember a time before that or after.
That was the first time, I felt that I felt unwanted and alone. So I don’t think that being either uninvited or refusing to go, was such a big deal.
That’s the only time I remember. It’s stuck in my head. It’s horrible. I remember other bad moments in my life, but that’s the one that’s stuck out to me.
What does it mean? What can it mean? I was clearly unwanted and didn’t exist in these peoples lives.
I was tormented for a deformity that I wished every day I didn’t have. Bat Ear. Look it up if you don’t know what it is.
These people believed tormenting me by calling me “dolphin ears” and flicking their Right ears at me (my deformity was on my right ear) going past me was fun.
I’m angry. I’m hateful. They made me who I am today. It’s their fault.
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something something something about baz feeling so othered in his life due to both his vampirism and sexuality and how he struggled to connect to people not only because he’s afraid for his life or judgment but also because he doesnt know how to relate to life itself since it’s something so divorced from his reality he can only long and wish and how everything about him is just wishing and hoping and grieving since he was a kid up until he finally connected with simon
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You know when you read a piece of fiction - book, short story, fanfic, what have you - and there’s just one tiny detail that just takes you completely out of the story?
I just read a passage in a piece of original fiction where the main character hugs a friend and tells us she smells like the ‘delicate rose and jasmine of her familiar Chanel No 5’ and my brain just screeched to a halt. Tell me you googled ‘famous fancy perfume’ and picked the first two scent notes you saw without telling me. Many things can be said about that particular fragrance I don’t think anybody with a working nose would describe it as ‘delicate florals’.
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So are any of you bumfucks on this godforsaken app gonna talk about how Brazil (Declan McKenna) was written By and For Ronan Lynch or am I gonna have to do it myself let’s do this bitches
Fair warning I’m sorta really bad at analysis according to every English teacher I’ve ever had so this is a lot of me freaking out but I think it turned out ok (this took half a year)
Starting off strong with Cars and Animals (Ronan’s favourite) !! Anyway the vibe I’m getting from this is like. The barns and then the He’s got eyes talks like an angel looks like me part is about the like. Greywaren vs Ronan Lynch dream vs human stuff we see in Greywaren (not super spoilery but it kinda doesn’t make sense unless u read the book lmao)
I could write a whole second post as long as this one just about this line but let me unpack this because ohhh my god. First up the use of religion is so perfect for mister Lynch over here and then. IM THE FACE OF GOD IM MY FATHERS SON IS INSANE FOR HIM IM GOING SO FERAL OVER THIS HE LITERALLY IS GOD AND HES HIS FATHERS SON (“and Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war” and also The Scene in TRK where Adam goes into Ronan’s room and thinks Niall is sitting on the bed) THIS IS CANON
He’s Not what u think u see he looks so mean but he just wants his little farm and for his husband to get into heaven when he dies (he’s worried about his agnostic tendencies) jk but this is 100% ab stereotypes and how Ronan doesn’t rly fit into what anyone thinks he is (the whole thing about Adam wanting to be unknowable and realizing Ronan Is Unknowable [poetry chefs kiss])
Can’t eat leather is so self explanatory. The bracelets are RIGHT THERE you can’t fool me Mr mckenna
I’m done. I’m done. I don’t even need to keep explaining this it’s RIGHT THERE AGH
And onto the ecoterrorism
I’m kidding (not really) bc this part always makes me think of literally the Entire Plot of TDT when Ronan is going around destroying capitalism to save dreamers. This IS the servers scene and the underwater pipeline and the Mirrors lady and also the way all of TDT is about self discovery and learning who you are and how to deal with that in a society made to destroy you and how isolating and sad that is (it gets him down 😞) and I can KEEP GOING
And just the way the song is so melancholy and also happy at once hits me so hard cause it feels like what the Barns does when you read the book like it SOUNDS like something Aurora would sing to kid Ronan it’s so homey and sweet but also sad and perfect
And obviously I don’t go through the whole song here but I feel that I’ve made my case sufficiently enough thanks for reading this far I love u mwah
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“Mama said, gonna be alright/
But mama don’t know what it’s like in my mind/ Mama said that the sun gon’ shine/ But mama don’t know what it’s like to wanna die”
I Can’t Carry This Anymore - Anson Seabra
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Maybe I shouldn’t be here anymore. I haven’t got a chance in hell in this life.
I have no REAL friends.
I’ll never have a REAL relationship.
I have no family that I can actually TRUST. I don’t even LOVE them, like you’re suppose to love your family.
What’s this life even given to me? Apart from trauma, constant illnesses that have destroyed every part of me.
This life has given me nothing but misery. I don’t even think I’ve ever been happy. Not even when I was younger. I learnt how to pretend a long time ago.
Everything has just been taken away from me, stolen from me. My childhood, my teenage years and now my adult life. Every single thing I’ve tried to hold on too, has been ripped from my hands and thrown away.
What am I suppose to do when I don’t see a future? It’s pitch black, there’s nothing there. This world has made me a bitter human being. It’s made me hated by everyone.
I’m tired of fighting all the time. I just wanted a normal happy life. Why am I not even allowed that? Why is everything stolen from me?
I don’t deserve to be happy. I don’t deserve a good normal life. I deserve everything I get.
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sidenote im really trying to make the most of my last few weeks of tennistv subscription before i cancel it and im lowkey in mourning bc like. i literally got into tennis bc i subscribed to this thing on a whim one october day just for funsies. i will miss youuuuu
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