Me when… me when… the identity is horror. Who are you? Can you be replicated? Is that replication you? If someone looks just like you, acts like you and is interpreted by others as you, are they you? Do your thoughts count for anything? If everything you actually think stays in your head and never comes out then you die do people grieve you? Do you respond to your name or to any name?
damn
“Since it lacks physical form, the mind can never be harmed by anything, but because it clings to the body it is oppressed by the body’s suffering.”
— Śāntideva, Bodhicaryāvatāra, Crosby & Skilton tr. (6:52)
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
hanging from a tree branch swinging like a pendulum in the wind
I'm kinda tuned in🧍
At the willow tree, straight up "hanging it" . And by "it", haha, well. Let's justr say. Myself
Just so yall know, whenever I say "oh they're just a silly little guy!!!" what I actually mean is "I'm aware of all of the atrocities they've committed, and all of the depth and nuance that they hold, and I love them for it" ok? Ok. Now let me enjoy my silly little guys they are so silly
The brothers karamazov
i was drawing ivan and i was looking at him like… man youre 23 you should be at the club dancing to really bad music and picking up zero bitches
But alas he didnt, so its not my fault he looks like hes having a midlife crisis. 1880s russia is just really rough for 23 year olds