The vine had long been a beloved symbol of Israel… in the Last Supper discourse, on the way to Gethsemane, it acquires a new dimension, the pain of pruning. However, the suffering of Jesus is not the principal point here: [rather, it is that all] disciples of Jesus must be prepared to bear the pain of pruning. The image is a powerful one. To an uninstructed onlooker, the wretched, seemingly lifeless twigs left on the vines appear totally unable to burgeon in a few months into the rich harvest of grapes. The most powerful of all the aspects of the symbol is the sap pulsing through those apparently dead branches. There is all the difference in the world between those docked shoots [still thriving within], and the dead twigs scattered on the ground, [their wild growth availing nothing.Humble] adherence to the vine, to Christ himself, alone gives life to the Church.
Tell me an inside joke between you and a friend, without context.
I beg of everyone to read the tags to this post, as they are all random and hilarious and read kind of like a poem, if the poem was written by someone who was on a lot of drugs.
Reflections and wlw : San Junipero (2016) // Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma // Carol (2015) dir. Todd Haynes // Pariah (2011) dir. Dee Rees // The Half of It (2020) dir. Alice Wu // Atomic Blonde (2017) dir. David Leitch // Thelma (2017) dir. Joachim Trier // The Handmaiden (2016) dir. Park-Chan wook // Killing Eve (2018)
I realized something important recently. You know that reoccurring thought? That “I want to be someone else,” that “I want to live a different life,” that “I want to start over”?
I can do that.
Maybe not now, maybe not for a while, but I canget myself on antidepressants, I can get a new job, I can cut my hair, lose weight, get top surgery, change my name, I can save for college, I can move away from everything, and I can start loving who I am truly,rather than force myself to accept things because change is a nightmare between me and who I want to be.
Not everyone can do everything they want to, but I’ll bet you anything there’s something you’ve put away in the “not an option” box that doesn’t belong there. You can learn to write, you can go somewhere else. You might be trapped right now, but life doesn’t have to be stagnant. There are obstacles and paths you can’t take, but there are still things you can do later that you don’t do now.
I believe it’s toxic to tell people to just accept who they are. If you don’t like you, there’s no reason to make you feel trapped inside you. It’s possible for you tochangeyou.
I want to be someone else.
Fuck.
Ican be someone else.
Not right now, but someday I will be. Some fucking day.
Everyone has limitations, but fuck it if I’m going to stand by and say this is where it ends.
