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inconsequence) wrote2016-11-16 10:30 pm
inconsequence) wrote2016-11-16 10:30 pm
cr chart.
 "You just wanted to see me suffer, didn't you?" ✘ - ✘ - ✘ - ✘ - ϟ - ⊗ - ∴ - 💔 - ✘ - ✘ - ✘ - ✘ [artist] | Floundering attempts at making some sort of sense Striving for significance In a universe that will not give a shit The myth of Sisyphus Authenticity is important, but I'm not sure who I am anymore I'm at the point now where I'm also doubting who I was before The arbitrary nature of thought leaves me alone and paranoid Synonyms for a void Nobody belongs, time brings invalidation. Find selfish solace in mutual trepidation The absurd condition of human existence A struggle to embrace I do not get the point that I am supposed to miss The passive submission or preferred resistance Just give me breathing space The meaning I used to find Overanalyzed, displaced Dispense your goals and actions into something trivial Pick apart pointless projects, my brain sings with vitriol I don't reflect, I destroy with thinking The examined life is not worth living Look at my sad life in detail and you'll see it is a comedy Sometimes I wish I was a goat |
| 💔 THE FALLEN CHILD 💔 There are souls that in their narrowness blame the whole world. But overwhelm such a soul with MERCY, give it love, and it will curse what it has done, for there are so many germs of good in it. |
| The first human to fall, and the catalyst of many, many things. As someone who unrepentantly and completely despises humanity, being human themself felt like the lowest insult, a great cosmic curse. Humans are selfish, callous, bitter, and cruel, and the most any of them can hope for is the possibility that their deaths may serve some sort of higher purpose. Giving their SOUL over to monsters, placing themself on the proverbial sacrificial pyre, was Chara's attempt to live up to everything they were meant to be; the future of humans and monsters. The angel who has seen the surface. They are no angel. Their plan went horribly awry. They ruined everything. And this proved something Chara had known all along: Humans really are awful. After witnessing the breaking of the barrier and the freeing of monsters through Frisk's eyes, Chara accepted that they would never repair the many, many things they ruined. The Dreemurrs are still separated, torn apart by their grief for the son Chara stole from them and committed to the dust. Frisk still had to suffer for the sins of their predecessors. And, most damning of all, Chara knew they were the last threat to everyone's happiness. Frisk and Asriel can have their happy ending. Chara has no right to take what they do not deserve. |
∴ home | ღ family | ♥ friend | ₪ from elsewhere | 〷 complicated | ✔ trusted | ||
| ✘ hatred | ∆ forgettable | ¿ uncertain | ★ acquaintance | ❖ warm acquaintance | ☒ keep watch | ||
| ⚑ afraid | ϟ threat | ⟲ knows of powers | 💔 kill | ⊗ be killed | ❱ avoidance |
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eddie kaspbrak ♥ it
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[artist]
Walking slow down the freeway
Sarah says that it's not much further
Kiss the sunlight on her face
Let's say goodbye to this old and broken
Town where we fell in LOVE
Dead end streets became a drug
Held our voices like a prison cell
But now we shout it from the rooftops
Say goodbye to your old friends
Kicking down all the rusty fences
Don't need much where we're going
Just a little bit of LOVE to get us by
Goodbye, we're on our way
You and I, we got it made
Throw your gold into a wishing well
And we'll be shouting from the rooftops
Oh, we are the kids that you never loved
We are the ones that will never grow up
We're just some kids from the west end
We are the kids, we are the kids
We are the kids, we are the kids
We are the kids, we are the kids
And we'll be shouting from the rooftops
We are the voices you never heard
We are the fire you never let burn
We're just some kids from the west end
Eddie was all the more delicate because he sometimes suspected he was not delicate at all; Eddie needed to be protected from his own dim intimations of possible bravery.
In many ways, he is not like Asriel. He is not naive. He knows what the world is like, and he knows that adults cannot be trusted. He has been hurt by those around him, by adults and parents who were meant to be safe and trustworthy, and has learned to close off his heart accordingly.
He is too much like them and too much like Asriel for Chara to push away, as is their initial instinct, nor can they accept his apparent death.
They refuse to see another child turn out like them.
richie tozier ♥ it
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[artist]
Warm yourself by the fire, son
And the morning will come soon
I'll tell you stories of a better time
In a place that we once knew
Before we packed our bags
And left all this behind us in the dust
We had a place that we could call home
And a life no one could touch
We are the angry and the desperate
The hungry and the cold
We are the ones who kept quiet
And always did what we were told
But we've been sweating while you slept so calm
In the safety of your home
We've been pulling out the nails that hold up
Everything you've known
So open your eyes child
Let's be on our way
Broken windows and ashes
Are guiding the way
Keep quiet no longer
We'll sing through the day
Of the lives that we've lost
And the lives we've reclaimed
Don't hold me up now
I can stand my own ground
I don't need your help now
You will let me down, down, down
The thing about dreams, they don’t come from anywhere else but yourself. It’s not as if there’s some evil demon waiting around somewhere, waiting for you to sleep so he can sneak into your mind and show you all his crazy things. It’s you that does it. It’s your mind.
Still. That does not mean they will not try.