im in philosophy and were talking about how you can doubt everything’s existence except for your own consciousness and the guy that sits in front of me just turns around tears streaming down his face and goes “i am on so many drugs”
She could feel it now. The feeling that seems to settle itself into your gut while your head is a raging mess. It didn’t hurt, or feel like sickness, it felt like she had swallowed the eye of a hurricane, and with it she’d accidentally consumed all of the pain, grief, and horror. She laid very still while these emotions swelled and mixed inside of her in a very physical manner. Don’t get it wrong, She had tried to scream them out, she had tried to squeeze and strain and all other possible ways to get this feeling out of her stomach, but as her luck would have it, she hadn’t been successful. In another life, a life where she had never met him, she probably wouldn’t have even minded this terrifying storm in her gut, but he’d made sure everything she ever knew, or was, had been devastated. And the most defeating part of this whole thing is that she wouldn’t trade a second of any of it.
someday, in the distant future, humans will once again be capable of hearing the phrase “what is love” without also feeling the primal urge to respond with “baby don’t hurt me”
So at that point, people will say “baby don’t hurt me”…no more?
I tried to scroll past I really did
beautiful set up, perfect follow-through. great teamwork everyone
sure, when my grandfather fought nazis and fascism he was “a hero” and “on the right side of history” but when i do it im “way too sensitive” and “no better than they are”
