Shoutout To The Color Red

Thinking about someone having ptsd after surviving a giant attack.

Like imagine having panic attacks whenever there's a thunderstorm approaching. Being totally fine until that first rumbling sound comes, and you're shaking and hyperventilating. Imagine the fear that comes from seeing a shadow pass over the sun, or being unable to kill roaches or spiders without feeling overwhelmingly guilty. What if you're sensitive to loud noises now. Or, whenever you're in wide open spaces, you stare into the horizon, refusing to sleep, refusing to let your guard down because you know something could appear at any moment, regardless of what everyone else says, regardless of what common sense says. Because you know what could happen if you relaxed for even a second.

Idk just ramblings while working on this next chapter (and a few other stories on the side)

i read CS Lewis’ A Grief Observed one time years ago and i’m still not recovered from it

If you post g/t or follow the g/t tag please interact with this post in someway so I can follow you. I need to know all of the peeps so I can collect them like a g/t infinity gauntlet

Pls Reblog so that I can follow as many people as possible the goal is constant g/t on my feed :)

rereading paradise lost and it's so funny because I legitimately can't decide whether or not Milton wanted to demonstrate how much of a tragedy Satan's fall was or he just wanted to make ol lucy as attractive as possible.

Being Ni-Ti is not believing you understand how ni ti works for untold weeks, quietly obsessing over it, watching videos, reading essays and articles, reading random little blogs and probably malware-infested sites for the sake of understanding....

And then it finally comes to you while you're cleaning the bathroom or watching shitposts on Instagram

You know your parents raised you right when you're struggling between like five of these

mine are carrots, specifically raw. i can demolish a bag of baby carrots in one sitting. eat them like chips, no dip required

(sorry if tumblrs limit made me forget yours but pls tell me)

"Suppose one reads a story of filthy atrocities in the paper. Then suppose that something turns up suggesting that the story might not be quite true, or not quite so bad as it was made out. Is one's first feeling, 'Thank God, even they aren't quite so bad as that,' or is it a feeling of disappointment, and even a determination to cling to the first story for the sheer pleasure of thinking your enemies are as bad as possible? If it is the second then it is, I am afraid, the first step in a process which, if followed to the end, will make us into devils. You see, one is beginning to wish that black was a little blacker. If we give that wish its head, later on we shall wish to see grey as black, and then to see white itself as black. Finally we shall insist on seeing everything -- God and our friends and ourselves included -- as bad, and not be able to stop doing it: we shall be fixed for ever in a universe of pure hatred."

- C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity. Some of yall really should read this.

Could you personally forgive someone who had a neo-Nazi “phase” as an adult? Assuming they’re trying to make amends for their past behavior/beliefs

The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course

omg omg omg omg omfg omg

brown venti go brrrrrr