Cierra | 25 | they/them
Healing
In the middle stands me, burning from within
Right by my side is you, overwhelmed with flame, destroyed
The others spread out amongst the circle
Burned to near nothing, third degree, second, first
Some thought far enough to be safe yet still lit up by incendiary sparks
Some merely licked by the tendrils
Some only close enough to feel the fire’s warmth
The rage that burned inside me has been quenched for years
But the ash still remains
it's okay if you're not gay but at the least you should still be weird and hard to understand
that james baldwin quote where he says, “it took many years of vomiting up all the filth i’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before i was able to walk on the earth as though i had a right to be here.”
I will absolutely need to recurate who I follow because I have been changed by time
Let myself be a little delulu this morning in thinking things that are not about me were about me knowing that the things I don’t want to be about me are about me and that everything I want will never be. But that’s okay because we move. Overall, finding that I did indeed miss tumblr and still feel much more comfortable here than I ever did on twitter. There was just an overwhelming pressure to be socially “hip” for retweets and likes whereas I much prefer to not care about those things but I also knew people could still see them and then it felt bad so I just stopped tweeting altogether. Here it feels like I can say whatever and it will go into the void and that’s just fine with me.
Forever guilty. It does not matter how deeply steeped in mental illness and missed diagnoses and truly the numerous psychotic breaks I was having all at once. How I was blacked out from rage or splitting or whatever and could not even tell you in the next 10 minutes when all was calm what just happened or what I said. How when I read the old messages I do not know the person who left those but sadly they inhabited my body and scared away everybody I ever loved. To be near me was to be in danger. And I, being the closest of all, was walking through life in a literal constant state of defying death.
Here I sit, 3.5 years clean. Happier, MUCH happier. Able to be alone, enjoying being alone, no longer fearing the monster in my head telling me to die because that monster died 3.5 years ago. That monster was born out of the absence of home, of family, of love. And its grave is sealed with cement. Yet, I will never have their love again. I will forever bear the burden of the terrible things I did, forever in pain, forever guilty.
This looks like a fucking parody post, or an edgy edit, but it’s 100% official real Flintstones.
Clarification: I don’t hate this book, I love it, it’s amazing. It’s just that taking a step back and looking it out of context is still really funny. Especially the line “We participated in a genocide, Barney.”
ok but imagine them in their cartoon forms saying this dialogue i’m
can we have some context to this, perhaps?
Bedrock is having a mayoral election. One of the candidates is a violent war mongering asshole that riles people up against the lizard people. This reminds Fred and Barney of their time in the army.
Back then the father of said violent candidate was riling people up against the “tree people”. Fred, Barney, and other soldiers fought what they believed to be a defensive measure against the tree people. Turns out, it was actually an invasion, in order to kill off the tree people and take over their forest to build Bedrock.
That’s what Fred means when he says he and Barney participated in a genocide. They literally did.
(Extra fun fact, Barney adopted a tree person baby after the war, and his son Bamm-Bamm is the last tree person.)
There are a lot of interesting things about this post but the AK-47 shaped spear is what really got me
This is just as wild with the context
Some of my favorite moments in the series
From the foreword to 2021 print of the comic.
