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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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I’m that bad apostate who IS angry and DOES hate God and tried to drag others down with me when I left
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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the word "girl" is losing its original meaning to me I just say "girl help" and "girl why" every time something even mildly inconveniences me
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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I'm so tired of the lie that we shouldn't be angry:
"Don't let it steal your peace. "
"What are you doing to deal with your anger?"
"Anger can be toxic."
No. Anger isn't toxic in and of itself. It's a biological mechanism meant to protect us and it can be used for good.
What's really toxic are the structures of racism, sexism, and abuse that manipulate and hurt people.
Instead of, "I should tell them to focus on what's around them and be less angry," I would ask yourself, "Why am I uncomfortable with anger? Why am I uncomfortable with people who use their voices to speak out?"
Obviously, not everyone is going to be moved to action about every single cause. That's okay. It's okay to focus on what's in front of you, it's okay to focus on your mental health, your family, or your job. Not everyone can fight every single battle.
But, it's not okay to silence others because their justified anger makes you feel uncomfortable.
Systemic abuse relies on silence. It tells us to just mind our place and remain a cog in a machine. But, that's not me anymore. It used to be. It's what kept me in a cult.
But now? I can't help it. I'm Reepicheep from the Voyage of Dawn Treader. I may be small and insignificant, but I'll use my tiny sword (or my voice) anyway. Even if it's just for me to shout in the void. It's worth it.
My anger is my friend. It tells me when something is wrong. It makes me strong enough to leave things that are harmful. And it inspires me to help others.
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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I’ll never forgive my father’s piousness for robbing me of my childhood and culture. I was born and raised in rural Appalachia, yet I know nothing of my own culture. I only have whispers about daddy long legs pointing towards cows, and pressing wads of chewing tobacco on wasper stings. Anything beyond that was considered ‘devilry’ and evil.
I never got to hear stories of haints or notdeers. I was never given the chance to even think about granny magic, much less learn it. The stories and lessons passed down by tongue never made it to my ears because of him.
I now have to learn about my own culture like an outsider. My accent is near unnoticeable, old sayings feel foreign on my tongue. I feel oddly guilty, like I should already know these things, but it wasn’t my fault.
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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Sometimes I wish I had grown up as one of those self important Christians. Believing in the whole “all humans are inherently bad except for me because I’ve repented��� thing would’ve been so much better for my self esteem rather than “humans are inherently sinful but I’m the worst of them because (x/y/x)”.
Neither are good ways for someone to be, but I’d rather have been an asshole than a coward with self loathing.
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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obsessed with the idea of falling from grace in the pursuit of love. the transformative love of the monstrous. the discovery of love in vengeance. the horror that love can be when it means becoming someone else or someone you always were, how it can be a blessing but more likely a curse. the kind of love that walks the line between sacrilege and sanctification..
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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One result of religious trauma and/or growing up gay in a homophobic culture no one talks about: while there are some morally questionable characters who crushing on is universal, there are also characters who had MAJOR long term impacts on your sexuality but it is FAR too weird, embarrassing, and bizzare to actually admit it out loud
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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let he who is without sin cast the first—ow. fuck. what the fuck something just hit me in the shoulder what was that
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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i think the muppets should preform the passion of the christ but as theyre nailing muppet jesus to the cross it makes squeaky toy noises and theyre using rubber mallets
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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Catholic guilt this... Catholic guilt that..., just wait till you guys hear about calvinism
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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image desc: A four panel digital comic. The first panel shows a closeup of an iphone screen with the time ''2:22'' on it, as well as the date May 17. There is a notification that reads ''LISA222 has followed you''. To the top right is a clock with the time 2:22.
Caption: ''I have a love-hate relationship with Angel numbers''
Panel two shows a person standing in the center of an area with many different winding paths.
Caption: ''On one hand, it's nice to have guidance in times like this but,''
Panel three shows a person with no eyes looking disgruntled.
Caption: ''I can't help but feel RESENTFUL''
Panel four depicts a small black haired figure with their back turned to the viewer. A clear, disembodied hand reaches out to touch them. To the right of them is an angelic figure with a single red tear dripping from its eye.
Caption: ''Where were they when I prayed? When I needed them?''
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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how to experience human error without convincing myself that I'm the worst being to walk or slither upon this earth??
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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Torn between being excited about seeing angel numbers and being upset/bitter because *gestures vaguely to religious trauma*
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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the rainbow is a well-known symbol of gay pride that originated in the late 1970s in san francisco, when the gay community promised to never again destroy the earth by flood
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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Finished the art piece in question. Before anyone asks; yes it’s inspired by the albumn art for that one Grlw*od song (I do not support the artist or her actions, I just thought the imagery was neat). In this case, The Virgin Mary is a sheep, and Baby Jesus is goat. When a goat and a sheep mate, the resulting fetus is often not carried to term due to the species being so different. So in a sense, a half goat half sheep (sometimes called a Geep or Shoat) carried to term would be a walking abomination. 
(yes this is just a fancy way of me saying I have mommy issues)
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(image desc: Several photos of a watercolor painting depicting The Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus. The Virgin Mary’s head has been replaced with the head of a sheep, while Baby Jesus’s head has been replaced with a baby goats (also known as a kid). The Virgin Mary is wearing a red robe, a cross necklace, and a blue headscarf. Baby Jesus is breastfeeding from her, with a gold color cloth draped around his midsection. There is a yellow halo behind The Virgin Mary, but not Baby Jesus. The background is blue. End of desc.)
sometimes I’ll be in the middle of a vent art piece and just think to myself ‘’my therapist is gonna go nuts when she sees this’’ jdkslfjkal
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twoheadedserpent · 3 years
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sometimes I’ll be in the middle of a vent art piece and just think to myself ‘’my therapist is gonna go nuts when she sees this’’ jdkslfjkal
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