Painted Water Always Gets Me Foaming At The Mouth

ah here comes summer and with it the gravity falls resurgence on tumblr

all the hot girls are chasing a formless void of energy, a concept really, dangerous and cunning through the woods in search of answers, seeking to know the truth behind the entity and subsequently, themselves. Being aware that knowing will ruin them, drag them down with the insurmountable tide of despair that keeps cresting time and time again but, not knowing will leave them with a gnawing creature in their chest, ripping out and eating their heart like a sick parasite or an obsessed lover.

bring your cameras

Cryptocurrency? No no you misheard me, I buy cryptidcurrency.

My favourite niche of horror will forever and always be lighthouses. The isolation. The dread. Whenever a protagonist is in a lighthouse, they’re cut off from the rest of the world. Especially in horror, the atmosphere of terror they create is peak because it’s a simple enough space to navigate with not a lot of places to hide and, that’s want makes it so scary. The waves crash loudly against the shore but, inside, all you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat as it becomes louder and louder. Your heart beating out of your chest. Because you know The Danger isn’t hiding. It can’t. It doesn’t want to. And if you just turn around then, well.

shoutout to the metaphor of a lighthouse mirroring the isolated state of a character, gotta be one of my favourite genders

For the longest time, when people would say "Cryptocurrency," this is what I'd imagine.

“Hot girl summer” NO. Give me magical whimsical adventure summer. Give me Hilda summer. Gravity Galls Summer.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE PLEEEEEASE

my desire for a slasher summer severely outweighs my knowledge that I do not posses the skills necessary to survive it

rip mabel pines you would’ve loved the crystal girlies

the woods are beautiful, the sunlight peaks through the trees and dances across the surface of the lake. The sky is clear with not a cloud in sight and everything is quiet.

peaceful.

where is everyone?

the crickets, the birds, the critters, the people?

The sea is a wretched, greedy mistress. She swallows up her lovers deep down in the depths of her cavernous desires.

The ones who are lost are never seen again. But, there have been times some have returned. Washed up on the shore like the carcass of dead fish.

Their families are never glad to see them though.

Because the sea never returns her lovers. So what is that?