when I was 14 I worked in a grocery store and one day I got to bag Stephen King’s groceries and of course, being the little horror fiction nerd I am I was completely starstruck
I think he thought I was gonna ask for an autograph because I was not even lowkey staring I was full on moon-faced and bouncing and he kept looking over at me hesitantly like aw jeez kid fuck off
anyways I finally managed to squeak out that I was a huge fan and asked for advice on writing, “how do I write as well as you do?” in my horrible thick German accent and broken ass English and he gave me the best writing advice I have ever received
“shit kid, stop worrying about how other people do it and just write your story”
14 years later my wife and I nearly hit him with our car because he was jaywalking
When i saw this picture, the thought about Viktor stuck in my mind
I needed to do it
Reference:
Demetra, Opera III, Ercolano, 1992
Mimmo Jodice
A skeleton warrior lumbers toward the town gates, unarmed, holding a wooden sign: “I come in peace. Need a necromancer to take a look at my friend.” Behind him, a second skeleton is missing a head and trying very hard to keep up.
Sometimes I think I left a part of me in an old cereal box, the one with cartoons on the front and puzzles on the back, half solved in crayon, soft and smudged. Sometimes I remember sitting on the kitchen floor, feet cold against tile, watching dust dance in a shaft of morning light like it had secrets to tell if you watched long enough. There was a radio playing some song I didn’t know the name of but sang anyway. My mum’s humming from another room,the scent of toast, burnt a little, but home. I think I'd give everything to go back just once.
Not to stay.
Just to sit for a moment, legs crossed,sun on my knees, and not know yet what heartbreak was.
I promise I didn't disappear, I just don't have any impulse control and started several at once again haha
FOUND family??? you think i just found them like this??? babes this is FORGED family. Me & the bros were scrap metal in a junkyard (very valuable, very sharp, very dangerous, uncared for) and we GOT IN THE FUCKING FIRE TOGETHER. WE did this. we said I AM NOT LEAVING YOU and melted into each other for better or for worse (it’s for better) and we are A FUNCTIONAL UNIT now. DO NOT SEPARATE. BATTERIES FUCKING INCLUDED. FOUND family my ass, we built this non-nuclear family unit from the ground up, don’t devalue this!!! it was is and will be a labour of love!!!
he put it on his wallet
yeah libraries are cool but have you ever found a library with a secret doorway disguised as a bookshelf that leads to a smaller, hidden library filled with ancient books full of mysteries and forgotten knowledge? me neither and i'm sad about it
sorry for the low quality :’)
Those who live in glass houses something something
Aren't plushies beautiful? They were created so a sick child had something to hold. They were created so an adult living alone might have a friend to keep them company. They were created for a teenager to clutch to her chest as she cries. They were created to accompany a college student to his geology classes. They were created not for any material benefit, they don't change tires, but to be loved.
They were created for the purpose of love.