Fire Was Never Framed As A Positive Thing In The Story. Think What Happened To The Hound, Varys, When

"They'll wait if they have faith"

- Ris, @crystal-snow019

obsessed with the way that gothic horror is about horror but never directly. it’s not horrific because there’s a haunted house and that’s scary, it’s horrific because the monster isn’t a monster, it’s your grief, your loss, your pride, your desire, your fear. the monster skulking in the shadows, the darkness at the edge of the woods, the haunted house that is too broken to be a home—those are manifestations of events that grabbed onto the fabric of time in a fit of abject horror and clamped down so tightly that they couldn’t keep moving forward toward resolution and eventual dissipation like they were supposed to. it’s all about the scared child and the mourning mother and the hunger in your gut and the little emptiness in your chest at the end of the day. those things are all little horrors but you can’t approach them directly to understand them, so gothic horror gives us these little metaphors and says “here play with these for a while and see what you find.” and all of those metaphors need someone to go back to childhood to release them. you have to care, and be curious and clever, and look for a way to heal the hurt. you have to be so achingly human to survive in gothic horror

it's so hard to not plan/think about the future when you have a shitty present. I know that it's best to focus on the present moment but it's tough out here, man 😩

to those in a toxic environment right now, i see and feel u. things will eventually get better. keep going. we got this 🤍

"you sound smart" that's because i've spent years doing academic writing to the point that it's my default cadence plus or minus the use of profanity as a tone indicator

"you sound stupid" that's because i'm dumb as fuck

“Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”

-Mary Oliver

I was kissed by the moon a few times,

A lost guy in search of a little affection,

To be in such dire need of tenderness,

She lighted up my soul with a single kiss,

But wouldn’t leave the sky for me.

- DG

Gunshot

She kept staring at the other presence in the room. She received the same attention back. Tension was high between them, irritated by the uncalled company.

“I asked you to leave,” she said. There was no reply, just two set of eyes looking intently at each other. Eventually losing her calm, she said.

“I’m tired of you being with me all the time. My friends are worried but you never let me visit them. I don’t even feel like myself with you,” she screamed, chest heaving in anger and desperation. But this was needed; she needed to know the damage of being with her.

“Please, please I beg you. Please leave me alone,” she cried when her words were met with silence, yet again. But it smirked at her, those vicious human  teeth between the red lips.

Collecting herself together, she walked towards her table and pulled out the pistol she kept for emergency situations.

"I begged you. I still am. You leave me no options," she said as she loaded the pistol and pointed at it. Only to find a similar one towards her. But she didn't falter. Her fingers were ready to pull the trigger any moment, looking for fear in the eyes of her enemy.

She found none.

But she had to do it. In order for her own sanity. She braced herself one more time.

And she shot herself.

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

jaemin carrying the weight of the dreamies on his shoulders

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that’s all.”

-Oscar Wilde