Davos

Se sei orgoglioso, sei il diavolo. Se sei triste, sei suo figlio. E se ti preoccupi di mille cose, sei il suo servitore senza riposo. ~ Detti dei Padri del Deserto

Don’t worry about me no matter what happens in this world. Nothing can happen to me that God doesn’t want. And all that He wants, no matter how bad it may appear to us, is really for the best. From a letter St. Thomas More wrote to his daughter, Margaret, while in prison, 1535

Grace Rocky save stars.

'I would tell people with a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, 'so guess what I'm gonna be a nun' Sister Clare Crockett on her decision to leave acting to become a nun She died in an earthquake 10 years ago today, aged just 33

no answers on this path

Dear Mother Mary, Give me courage. Don’t let hide under your skirt forever. Let me be the one to protect you.

found a gem in my yt feed today

@frankensteinaq @nocontextmemes He doesn’t, it’s a cylinder, we’ve been through this.

@nocontextmemes At least he fucks

Star of the Sea, pray for us!

@0xaporia @helping_hound What you are doing is not self development. It is removing from yourself the necessity of having intelligence in order to share a thought. The worst part is that you delude yourself, pretending that because you gave the prompt, said thought could have remotely come from you.

@0xaporia @helping_hound Brother, you are a hypocrite. If you find yourself yapping to a computer because you can’t find structure in your own thoughts when you want to share them, who are you to speak of other people “degrading their machineries”?

Scrolling is pure evil. An hour of brainrot doesn’t just leave a hole where something meaningful could have been but also actively degrades the machinery you’d need to fill that hole. It corrupts your capacity for sustained attention. Books become harder, conversations feel slower, your own thoughts start to bore you. Over time, the range of things that can hold your interest narrows until you’re left with a shrinking circle of stimulation that only the algorithm can satisfy. It erodes your relationship to yourself. Curiosity fades. Compassion requires a kind of patient attention that atrophies. You stop wondering what you care about because the question itself feels effortful. What’s left is a stable, “comfortable” numbness. Not only five years subtracted from your life, but a slow hollowing out of the person who would have lived them.

@nik_algo @0xaporia And… you feel happier?

i had decided to quit brainrot last month turned out to be much harder than i excepted, simply because it’s all around you plus you do get physical habits… i had to delete social medial from the main screen, but first couple of weeks my hand was impulsively pressing into that spot where the apps were before when i get “bored” you also get friends sending you stuff on inst and it’s rude to ignore forever, yet you have to return yourself into the loop it’s integrated into modern lifestyle anyway… break the pattern today or the loop will repeat tomorrow.

@Anarseldain ah shit I've been dressing like dostoyevsky, loving like kafka and thinking like camus..... no wonder the hoes are so fucking scared

sunday loop (2024)

today was her day 🖤

Self hatred is just narcissism wearing a cheap disguise. You think your failures are uniquely catastrophic, your awkwardness is unprecedented, your face is the most embarrassing anyone has ever seen. That is not humility. Humility means thinking about yourself less, not thinking worse of yourself. What you are doing is inverted grandiosity. It could be said the same about self pity too. It is just narcissism disguised as depth. It feels deep but it is mostly entitlement in a sad mask. You tell yourself you expect nothing, that you are worthless, yet the theatrical despair betrays a quiet demand. You want someone to disagree. You want the universe to finally acknowledge your hidden value. It is not that your pain is fake. It is that ordinary discomfort feels unbearable when you have no other way to feel special. The daily frictions of life a rude email, a canceled plan, a mild embarrassment are not enough. So you upgrade them to tragedies. You need a storyline with real weight because a storyline with no weight would reveal the terrifying possibility that you are just another person having a normal Tuesday. That is the deeper narcissism. You would rather be a tragic hero than a nobody. You would rather be broken in a unique and beautiful way than admit that your problems are mostly the same boring problems everyone has. Self hatred becomes the costume you wear to avoid the plain face of ordinary life. And the joke is that ordinary life, with all its small annoyances and small joys, is where actual peace lives. But you cannot get there as long as you need your suffering to be special. The hard truth is that pain is ordinary and no one is coming to certify your suffering as specially tragic. The real distinction is between wanting to take responsibility and wanting to be the reason. Taking responsibility fixes what you broke and moves on. Wanting to be the reason clings to guilt like a trophy because being the cause means you still matter. That is the trap. Your self hatred is not a moral position. It is just another way of keeping yourself at the center of every story.

If we consider that the telos (end) of man is towards apotheosis (becoming like Christ), and if we then consider that every man is distinguished by his individuality, then our striving for beatific vision is the sanctification of our very self, Like flowers blooming in a garden.

You can write entire essays about this shot alone. Matt stumbles over his words and losing his mind for a second at the mere thought of Dex’s “one good deed”, making him question his own beliefs. (1/2)