And We Stare Thirstily At The Lips That Pompously Spread Lies For Quick Honour.

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My take on an ideal Christmas.

So, I saw a lot of people blogging about their ideal Christmas. It, frankly, tempted me—though I'm quite aware this'll go unread. Just a place to share my thoughts.

Christmas is a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. You know, the guy that died for our sins and was initially condemned for it but later returned in full glory, embracing every nook and cranny of the world as a religious breakthrough. The main idea he propagated was basically that we care for everyone, spread love and abide by some basic principles—most important of which was to stay humble and kind.

Then, tell me, why do we feel the need to be extravagant on the very occasion that is supposed to celebrate the birth of someone who is the humblest of all?

The idea of people throwing small, domestic parties is quite fine—comforting and valuable, in fact. Cosy gatherings with your family and friends, all huddled up close with fulfilling and hearty but not necessarily extravagant food, a piping hot cup of coffee and a crackling fireplace, whilst helping out those in your locality with warm food and clothes—even the street pets; the perfect idea of Christmas. Being grateful for all you have but not indulging too much.

Usually, I'd never comment on these things—it's none of my business on how people splurge their money. But recently I've been seeing posts about people having extravagant, over-the-top and simply infuriatingly indulgent Christmases. Not just that—these are the same people who refuse to help someone in need. They'll come up with excuses like, "Oh, I'm not rich enough to help this person."; or worse, "Oh, I don't have anything to give to this poor stray.—and then they proceed to make themselves look like a kind person by sharing quotes like, "give back as much as you can." Very ironic, isn't it, considering that a sandwich for a starving homeless person is barely 3 dollars at a Walmart and a sausage even lesser for the poor shivering dog on the streets? Don't you realise that the time you spend preaching, you can use that time to actually help people in need and make a difference? Even the smallest difference counts, people! Make a change! Splurge less on things you already have and start splurging on kindness—no matter how less you can give away!

Anyway, this felt more like a rant than a take on an ideal Christmas. This post is just futile. People don't change. But I need to channel the angry humanitarian inside me, so—Here goes nothing.

Unfortunately I wasn't a 16 yr old upper middle class teen in LA in 2015 in my tiny bikini and with tinier shot glasses so I'm just gonna have to relive that in the corners of a social media app through memoirs of lives in the forms of photographs which I wish I could've been in <3

the beach photos were unmatched

Why not both :(

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TW: Brainrot ahead

Jiafei breathed deeply in the balcony. The pungent smell of firecrackers in the field was agonising. Her nostrils felt like they were on fire. Right. Time for a puff from her inhaler.

She reached deliberately slow to her pockets, as if savouring the burning feeling of the firecracker soot still lingering around her nose. It was a feeling of unexplained joy—a new year had begun. A new era, full of life and hope.

She breathed deeply. One puff. Two. Kai Cenat really knew his stuff, making these inhalers. Back into her pocket. She caught herself thinking of Cupcakke as she stared into the distance. If only she could make it from Ohio to Floptropica on New Years'.....

Jiafei felt two warm hands snaking around her waist, and a pair of long nails like talons asserting their hold around her. She smiled a knowing smile. Her high pitched voice droned. "Guess you're here, finally".

Cupcakke merely hummed as she buried her face in Jiafei's neck, kissing it softly. Her bright pink nails caressed Jiafei's face, making her face herself. She leaned into Jiafei's ear, and whilst smiling softly, whispered—"I could never leave you alone on New Year's, love. You're the light of my life, fire of my loins. Happy New Year's."

Jiafei closed her eyes in serenity as she felt Cupcakke's moist lips close in around her, a warm embrace contrasting to the chilly surroundings.

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