🎶 I'm howling at the moon,
sleeping in the middle of a summer afternoon. 🎶
Take me away
I think a surprising amount of writers don’t realize that tragedies are supposed to be cathartic. They’re intended to result in a purging of emotion, a luxurious cry; the sorrow caused by a great tragedy is akin to fear caused by a good horror movie – it’s a “safe” sorrow, one that is actually satisfying to the audience. It can still be beautiful! It’s isn’t supposed to just be salting the earth so nothing can grow.
But that’s how you get grimdark: writers who don’t realize that they’re supposed to be doing something with the audience instead of to the audience.
‘Trigun’
“- Lo que no se ha dicho y no se ha hecho en quince años no se puede decir o hacer en un instante. Lo que se ha dicho y hecho no puede olvidarse en un instante.”
— Barbo Tagix, Fairy Oak; Adiós, Fairy Oak.
Best friend~
Nostalgic hours
Just got expelled from day hospital. Don't know how to feel. Don't know what I'm feeling. I guess Friday will tell.
Hating this post already.