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I may feel like shatterd glass right now, but I shall remain to reflect light and rainbows.
I shall keep looking at the world through the lens of the love poured all around me, in the books I read, in the posts people like to help others, in the creations I use all around me, crafted and invented with care.
yes, please! ♡︎♡︎
Dude, don’t be scared to grow out of people. Hermit crabs grow out of their shells and shamelessly get a new one.
Basically don’t be scared to grow, what’s made for you will either find you or you will find it and it might even be when you least expect it.
“Your new life will cost you your old one.”
Okay so existential dread is a significant element of my existence but every so often I experience a moment of existential joy.
You ever just look at your dog and go wow. That there is a dog. That dog is a living, breathing creature outside of me. He is a living creature and sometimes when we’re snuggled up I can feel his heartbeat and if I listen I can hear him breathing and he radiates warmth. And it just fills you with absolute joy like this thing has free will and is choosing to fall asleep laying on my back with his head on my butt and he only understands like ten of the thousands of words I say to him and it must feel so different to live in his hairy body with a better sense of smell than sense of sight and his nervous system has got to be wildly different but I’m pretty much certain he loves me and one of the truest things about me is that I love him. He is lying with his head on my butt because when he made it clear that this was how he was going to fall asleep I went of course this is what we’re doing now. Like this living thing that experiences the world in a way I could never understand communicated to me that he desired to lay his head upon my buttocks and I said yes. How many thousands of generations of members of our species had to work to adapt to each other in such a way that I can lay here in cozy comfort knowing that while my neck and shoulders are displeased with this arrangement my nervous system, my endocrine system, my cardiovascular system are benefiting from the strange bond our ancestors managed to build? How strange and beautiful that some ancient wolf going look they’ve got snacks and some prehistoric human going I dunno that forest creature sure has scary teeth but I think it looks like a potential pal lead to you and me sitting like this, my arm slowly falling asleep, you starting to snore because somewhere along the way in your genetic line we fucked up your breathing. My family brought you into this house for the sole purpose of having a creature for me to love and care for. Your job is to be loved. I don’t think I would have made it these past three years without you. Some dude was like yeah you can have some liver and all of a sudden your little head is on my butt and you’re a dog living, breathing, heart beating and we love each other. This is real. We’re alive together.
There is joy in this existence and how strange and beautiful is that?
Humans make me angry and sad and upset but... My kid is a human (probably), my friends and family are mostly humans... I know lots of good humans. I love and care about lots of humans.
As a demon girl I feel like part of my job is to defend that human honor and goodness even if I don't necessarily feel entirely human myself. I try to expand my knowledge, including that of the divine and esoteric, because I feel not only does it benefit me, as an entity where those things are often used against me (church is not very demon friendly), but also because I feel that I can be something that the humans around me in pain can come to for help. I don't believe the universe is uncaring, because I feel like I'm very much part of the universe, and yet I care about people a whole lot. The universe isn't uncaring, because at the least you have me that cares about you...
When I write about how I, demon girl izalith still love all you weirdos, I mean it. I may be an Eldritch-pilled demon girl who has spontaneous urges to destroy and consume those I love but... I can still be a good person. I want to be a good person, and I want humans to be happy and to take all suffering seriously, full stop.
I'm happy there's a flag for this. It makes me feel like there are other eldritch-kin people out there who care about others, and it makes me feel like life on this planet stands a chance.
Philanthropic Nonhuman flag
For nonhumans that love humanity. One doesn't have to love being human, just humanity in general. The opposite of misanthropic.
I know this is old but your blog is so good and I just found it and aaaa I just gotta say I love your stuff.
I think I like mostly agree here? Humanity I think is beautiful. I look at my kid, my human friends and family... Yeah humanity makes me so angry and sad sometimes. Really just righteously enraged by the cruelty... but... It's also beautiful. I think I hope they do change, but for the better. I hope humanity can be better so that my kid can have a future, so that all life can have a better future. I may be a demon but I hold onto hope. It's all I got sometimes.
Question for all Otherkin!
lla Fox Loetscher (30 October, 1904-January 4, 2000), also known as the "Turtle Lady"
if you haven’t, i hope you fall in love with life again. i hope you wake up with a happy sigh, hope you feel like doing things you enjoy, hope you are surrounded by people who make you feel safe, hope you smile at yourself in the mirror.
i’m gonna throw everything i own off a cliff
and i am ready to let the sun rise again. as the warm light touches the mold i hope to change. these streets are not mine anymore. i don’t recognize the freshly bloomed flowers.
my love isn’t a condition of mine. perhaps, i’m fated to it.
per i’m doomed by the claws of grief / fully knowing ‘finale’ can reach / wind has brought me over your cologne / and drought over memory, i’ll love. when i can only rest my bones within your chest / and yet burn my mouth through your spine / i’ll descant over my love for your emptiness.
my coffee got colder against the words / plain saints tattooed on the hands under my shirt. / miss you so
grieve has achieved my hands at such a young age / and i’ve worn it like a glove from then.
i change them every weekend as / i feel the aim to clean the worn nights / used to reach down my cold spine. / as such a daredevil i felt since my time was spent / on what my eyes couldn’t pretend / to watch as i lost on every wish upon a prayer. / so may this be a cut off / on what i should call an orison from the ones who couldn’t. / and as the words might rely on this cadence / i’ll try to fill and check for a new riddance / where the hands i own won’t get so eager for the losing. / i’ll bare the race from looking at the lost causes threshold.
I can't wait for the end of the school year and at the same time I have not clue of what I'll do after college, but I have Jesus.
It's been 6 years of college, for degree which are pretty useless on the workmarket. I don't regret my bachelor in english literature nor my master degree in the field of education. Though I have a longing fear that I might not have enjoyed my student years as much as I should have. Six years of college but also six years of an eating disorder which both ruined my mental and physical health. Six years of spiritual journey which eventually led me to Jesus Christ. My heart feels heavy still but thanks to Christ I don't dwell into that feeling no more. I hope to get better, I no longer hope to put myself down.
I don't know what the future holds but I know that Jesus Christ holds it. Whatever happens I know I live in victory. The one of Jesus Christ. I won't let myself go to death.
Give me everything and I’ll give you just enough
Need it to be summer so I can go to the lake alone for 14 days.