It wasn't the fact that everyone else's parents were proud of them, except for mine
It wasn't the fact that my parents never seemed to have time for me, so I settle for watching other kids with theirs
It wasn't the fact that I thought that a loving family was just a tv trope until I was invited over to other people's houses
It wasn't the fact that while other people's parents praised them, mine belittled me
It wasn't the fact that I had to rely on teachers and other parents' praise just to feel like I had someone in my life who liked me
It wasn't the fact that everyone else had goals for the future but I didn't see myself living to adulthood
No
It was the fact that my eyes were slits and my skin was jaundice compared to everyone else
It was the fact that people treated me like a zoo animal for their entertainment
It was the fact that everything I ate was poison compared to theirs
It was the fact that I had nobody else to relate to
It was the fact that I was the only one who didn't experience it
It was the fact that I was the only one who did experience it
It was the fact that my identity was nothing more than a punchline to them, just a joke
It was the fact that I had to pretend everything was fine and laugh
The only thing I can do is laugh, otherwise I'll just cry
That's what broke me
That's why I'm broken
I saw Kakashi at Graffiti Alley in Toronto
i can't help seeing the concept of "coming back wrong" as reflective of the aftermath of attempted (and unsuccessful) suicide. whether you gratefully accepted death at the end, or you struggled in terror in your final moments and wished you could somehow twist out of the way of your oncoming fate, the choice to die was taken from you. you failed to achieve the inevitable. how wrong must you be, to be unable to even die properly? how horrifying - and how utterly infuriating - would it be, to have everyone around you expressing gratitude or disgust at your resurrection, while you cannot even begin to articulate the depths of your own conviction that death, the inexorable maw itself, must have decided there was something just not right about you, and spat you out?
Masks π
so when i was making that last gifset i lost my mind (again) about this:
because... WHAT
but then i remembered this
and this
so yeah, catch chrisjen avasarala never passing up a chance to make eyes at a younger woman who kind of hates her guts.
My trauma ruined me.
He killed a woman I loved.
Every single time I look back at my failures, the steps I've taken that have led me down a less-than-ideal path... the mistakes I've made that weigh heavily on my mind, I remember one thing that eases my guilt. That any low I have fallen to or may fall to, I know I will never fumble the bag as hard as this jackass:
Actual fucking dumbass. This douche had Mizu herself giving up her path of revenge to settle down and rear horses with him. She loved him, actually fucking loved him and gave herself wholeheartedly, and he gets scared 'cuz his badass bride wiped the floor with him in a spar.
Remember folks, you can fail as many times in this godforsaken life we have, but you will never be as big of a failure as this dick.
X!Alphys: I have a science headcanon.
XGaster: Canβt you just say hypothesis like a regular person?
X!Alphys: So my science headcanon isβ