Thomas Burton Kinraide

thoughts on being gay?

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Nature can give and nature can take.

Since the dawn of time, she has given life to this planet, made it sprout and nourished it, but if provoked, nature can cause death.

Yesterday I was walking near a lake when I saw beautiful steps of water and sunlight into the river. Looking at them, I felt so lonely and helpless, as if the flow of water was taking away my ardour, my strength and my courage.

Nature has always calmed me in times of need, but now she is too angry to hear my laments; now I have to listen to hers.

subs? dubs?

or a secret third thing: watching media originally from language A (which you do not speak) dubbed into language B (which you do) and subbed in language C (which you also do) and, whenever there is a greater-than-expected discrepancy between the two, pausing to scroll through the subs in languages D-G (where available) in a trigonometry.meme attempt to triangulate the Truth based on consensus, language family, and likelihood of translation from an intermediate language (and also to see which languages are Cheating).

i’m the most gender non-conforming war criminal on this space station

“She represented all the heroines of romance — she was Desdemona one night, and Ophelia the other; if she died as Juliet, she came to life as Imogen.”

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891)

straight friend groups be like: *blonde girl* *chad* *the funny one* *kyle* *brunette girl* *frat boy*

gay friend groups be like: *catboy* *suicidal mentor figure* *a walking nervous breakdown* *murderous trans guy* *sadistic traumatized doctor* *killed 35 people* *autistic detective* *kenji*

the moon looks beautiful today

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if a sword is like an extension of the wielder. and a sword can be said to have its own identity. then can a sword not feel grief and sorrow at being forced to clash with its opponent forged in the same crucible but forced to turn against it. can a sword not cry out in the screech of metal on metal from the pain of betrayal.

me personally? i die every night and come back wrong every morning but no one notices because i've been doing that for a long time so it's just kinda par for the course

What if Heaven truly exists but not in the shape we expect? What if it is another world, another dimension, another universe. What if death wasn't death? What if this life is just the first step of a bigger plan? What if this is just a dream? Too many questions, too little answers.

Maybe we just have to live day by day, focusing on this life, on this moment. We don't know what we'll find on the other side, after death; we could become stars, dust, shadows. Appreciate every sorrow, every happy moment, because they'll never come back. Don't be who you were meant to be, be who you wanna be and live. Like, actually live; don't survive, but live.