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#i wrote a poem about this
sylvies-chen · 1 year
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I think there’s something so deeply and intimately and morbidly true about The Last of Us’s primary thesis which is that humanity’s fatal flaw, in that very Shakespearian way, is that we are destined to care too much about one another so much so that we discard the collective entirely. like we have such a capacity to love the human race and humanity as a whole, to grow our communities and govern cities how we know best and foster such connection with the masses which we are part of, but it’s overtaken by our capacity to love even just a single other person. like one human can come into your life that creates such an intrinsic and passionate love in you— or maybe two people or a family’s worth or any small number— and you suddenly would burn entire villages down just to keep them safe.
joel doesn’t blink twice murdering to find ellie. he doesn’t look back when he decides to do what he does at the hospital later on. he has no remorse about any of it it, because this one girl has grown to mean more to him than any possible greater good could ever mean. and it’s reciprocal. ellie would— and does— do anything she can to help him, save him, protect him, and, eventually, to avenge him. because that’s what you do when you love someone. not when you love people. when you love someone.
and it’s selfish, in a way??? because we love these people and would do so much for them because they mean more to us than other strangers do. it’s exactly like an iteration of the trolley problem, actually. one track has your daughter on it and one track has fifty people. don’t even try telling me you wouldn’t go onto track B if it meant saving your daughter and her puppy dog eyes from the whimpering and pain and fear. The Last of Us says yes, you would. I would. we all would. and like yeah that is our greatest weakness, that we have such a unique ability to love a handful of people so deeply that our compassion towards community and strangers and the bigger collective starts to slip from view. but goddamn what a fucking great fatal flaw it is to have. we are all going to die and the world will burn because we loved another person too much.
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mylichwishes · 14 days
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what if i was your mom and you were my mom and we fucked
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sorrcha · 2 months
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benthic angel
was writing about lake sturgeon for a class assignment and showed one of my friends what i'd written.. he then sent part of it back to me with line breaks to turn it into a poem! i just had to draw something for it :]
poem text under the readmore:
lake sturgeon don't know that they're endangered. They don't know anything - other than the muck at the bottom of the water column and the occasional passing touch of another.
really touched by how my friend turned my technical writing into poetry. i haven't tried to write creatively in months, so it's nice to see i've still got it- and nicer still that i could get so inspired by my friend, since i haven't made nature art in a little while, either :>!!
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cosaspobrecitas · 1 year
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i remember sitting in the closet i slept in, pitch black and stone cold sober, writhing in my skin, whirring with with the velocity of 10 event horizons at the pure potential of what I could be, all that i would do and become, i felt like i could die i couldn't wait. if i could just go back in time and tell my younger self she should have cut deeper! she should have tried harder to blot out this revolting little life!
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arthursfuckinghat · 1 month
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The sun is your halo, for it is always above you.
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Arthur and Weetabix 𑁦𐂂𑁦 Scarlett Meadows
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femmeconomics · 6 months
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i think it’s important everyone knows about the little roman girl who died at only five years and seven months old, and her grave reads "dum vixi, lusi" or "while i lived, i played"
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naturecalls111 · 11 months
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Attention
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arcanumb · 1 month
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arcanum — Sol Rios
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wulfhalls · 3 months
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have you seen the poem josh brolin wrote for timothee chalamet? i need to know what happened in the dune set
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been thinking about this since yesterday. he would do numbers on here. that old man wanted to be fucked!
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holly-mckenzie · 3 months
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Well, I mean, she's the bloodline, though..
SUCCESSION S02E10 / S04E10 created by Jessie Armstrong
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proudplantpoet · 3 months
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When I look into the mirror,
an unfamiliar face looks back.
A round face, long hair, painted nails.
Where am I?
I look into the mirror,
an average teenage girl stares back.
I know her decently by now.
She's not a friend,
nor a fiend.
She's a shell, a disguise with
an empty soul.
I look into the mirror,
and she looks back at me,
she mirrors all my movements,
oh so gracefully.
We are alike,
enjoy dancing, singing,
smear lip balm on our damaged lips,
are small of stature, shy by nature.
She's a girl.
But what am I?
I look into the mirror,
the girl that holds my gaze,
tells me to keep on living,
try,
just try,
persist,
just a little longer.
I will cut myself free from the shackles of my hair.
One day,
I will look into the mirror and see,
Myself.
One day,
I will not have to say,
whether I am a boy or a girl.
Because I am,
and that is enough.
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poemsonmars · 2 months
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grief is fucking terrifying.
it covers everything in
such a massive layer of pain.
of confusion. of rage.
i can't breathe through it.
one minute i'm sitting in
my childhood bedroom
and the next, i can't see.
i wave my hand in front of my face
and no one greets me in return.
i don't know who i am without her.
-mars
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angel-archivist · 25 days
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I thought my life would be different somehow.
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shrimpricebowl · 7 months
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brrrrboard
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gayofthefae · 5 months
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Do you ever think about how "I have no idea what's gonna happen next, but whatever it is, I think we should work together. I think it'll be easier if we're a team."
is both so poetic and so euphemistic because that boy is not talking about solutions and battles that boy is talking about LOVE.
He wants it to come across, or at least have some plausible deniability that it's, "us not working together will just make the hell storm about to rain down harder" but really it's
"If I die tomorrow, I want you to be by my side; I won't be as scared"
They were already working together. Will forgave him and was acting normal. It was going to be "easier" and there was no obstacle for that. He just wanted to say "I love you" without saying I love you. In season 4, he's already fighting to say "I love you" to El while fighting NOT to say it to Will. Look at him, he's finding work arounds on both sides.
Something about the phrase "I have no idea what's gonna happen next"[but I want you to be there] is just so romantic. Elevated from anything. Beyond "whatever happens next will be bad let's face it together you and me against the world". It's
"I want to jump into the unknown with you"
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serendipity0930 · 4 days
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text from an original poem <3 // 12x02 / 02x21 / 09x09 / 05x22
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