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2021-01-16 18:18:19

    “The best translations into English do not, in fact, read as if they were originally written in English. The English words are arranged in such a way that the reader sees a glimpse of another culture’s patterns of thinking, hears an echo of another language’s rhythms and cadences, and feels a tremor of another people’s gestures and movements.”

    Ken Liu, Translator’s Postface to The Three Body Problem (via as-if-falling)


    when we try to befriend cats we mimic their meows and get down on the ground to their level and try to gently coax them to interact with us right

    that horrifying entity mimicking human noises at us maybe just thinks we’re cool and wants to pet us?


    had to draw it


    a few people pointed out that they probably wouldn’t understand what they were saying and just mimicking whatever sounds they happen to hear so I wanted to add this

    I have had so much repressed shit come out this past week. Therapist says it makes sense bc when we’re done surviving a crisis and are safe to do so, that’s when we start to process the emotional side of things. My life used to be crisis after crisis so I never got to really heal from one before another began. I repressed things to the point where I genuinely believed that I didn’t feel anything towards these awful situations and easily got over them. But now that I’ve been doing so well and am CONSISTENTLY doing well, my brain and heart are finally unearthing things that i wasn’t healthy enough to process before

    It’s been a roller coaster. I’ve felt so much anger and sadness as I’ve allowed these feelings to finally come out. I realized how badly I had actually been hurt by the things that have happened to me and how heavy it was carrying around the emotional burden of them for years

    I finally got angry. I used to say that I was a person who never really got angry and could count on one hand the number of times I experienced it. turns out that I was just repressing it. Once I let it out, I was shocked to find myself burning with rage and yelling and cursing peoples names who I thought I had forgiven. All of the times I should have been mad in the past and instead went numb and shut down, it all came bursting out at once

    And it felt good. It felt so good. It was so healing to finally feel angry at those that have deeply hurt me. I spent so many years blaming myself for everything and hating myself and putting all of the fault and responsibility on my own shoulders. All while breaking my back to justify the actions of people who broke my heart and made me cry and who treated me horribly and who would never even try to see the truth of how selfish and cruel their behavior was. I wasted so much time and energy on being kind and sympathetic to people who didn’t care at all about me and my feelings. Who probably tell our story as though they are the victim. Who will never have to face the reality of how awful they really are

    I don’t have to forgive. I am allowed to be angry about how I was treated. I am allowed to be angry at the people who treated me that way. And it’s been so good to finally see that