The Cosmic Horror Implications Of Timeloops Are Fascinating If You Actually Stop To Think About It. Because

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

Would love to hear the stories in the tags 👌 reblogs appreciated!!

my home isn't my home anymore, something's gone wrong along the way

noor hindi dear god. dear bones. dear yellow.: "pledging alliegance" (via @feral-ballad) \\ andrew collins \\ athena nassar, from love is not always song, but the swelling (via @weltenwellen) \\ @holly-warbs \\ yanyi dream of the divided field: poems: "the friend” (via @dactylicreveries) \\ bartosz beda silent interior ii

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Im just feeling a certain way rn

Humanity and God(s): 1. Blackout: Remembering The Things I Drank To Forget by Sarah Hepola / 2. Some Anatomies of Melancholy by Robert Burton / 3.Tears and Saints by Emil Cioran / 4. Portrait of the Illness as Nightmare by Leila Chatti / 5. Secrets about People: A Short and Dangerous Introduction to René Girard by Alex Danco / 6. NBC Hannibal Season 2 Episode 2 "Sakizuki"

megumi. let's change places.. RIGHT NOW

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"You know, if you're not going to talk," - he takes the prisoner's injured hand in his own, fingers brushing over broken bones - "and you're not going to make this fun for me anymore," - he lightly taps his fingers against the breaks - "then I don't really have much use left for you, do I?"

Silence.

"Really, are we done here? Should I just lock you up for good and leave you to rot?"

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A voiceless breath of a whimper.

"That's it? Not even gonna scream for me?" He frowns, loosely wrapping his fingers around the broken hand. "C'mon. Is there any fight left in you?"

Without warning, he tightens his grip and twists.

The room echoes with the almost silent scream of an overstrained voice. Gasping for breath, eyes unfocused, weakly, uselessly attempting to pull away, the prisoner manages to breathe out two words.

"Ff-fuck…. you."

"Ah," the man smiles. "There you are."

⌕ soul eater • franken stein.

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What a year this week has been.