someday i will stop checking my other blog for ghoulishness but unfortunately that was not today
how many of them would tell people to their faces that they think there is no sanctity of life and no such thing as innocents and that certain groups deserve to be erased from existence in the most violent ways possible? or do they reserve that for their cowardly hot takes on their blogs for dopamine hits from other ghouls? never regarding the expense to anyone else because they have lost their capacity to be humane.
they actually sit there and say people should be exterminated and then don’t think they’re fascists. fascinating. idk what’s worse, if my dash is uniquely evil, or if everyone is seeing this but just accepting it.
i would never say these things about people anywhere, including all the ones i disagree with. i wouldn’t say it about the insurrectionists who stormed the capitol on jan. 6th even though they’re virulently hateful and a danger to society, because wishing torture and slaughter on people is bad? but they will say it out loud about literal children???
edit: too many people on this horrible website and elsewhere across the worldwide web have proven themselves incapable of condemning this bigotry and heinous acts because they’re so steeped in their hatred and echo chambers of outrage that they have sacrificed all sense of reason and empathy, it is despicable and devastating to see it. they lust for blood and violent death because they are insulated from it and egotistically believe they will never experience it and have the right to dole it out without fear. but being heartbroken is a strength they will never comprehend.
“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes…”
- Angela Carter, The Lady of the House of Love (1979), featured in her The Bloody Chamber.
tumblr forcing new accounts to have the "for you" algorithm tab first rather than "following," so you constantly have to switch it, is the worst decision
My darling, sending you the biggest hug across the universe today 💕 You are not alone.
Christi!!! ;___; (sorry for having a mental breakdown on main because I've apparently hit oversaturation with the things I have seen on here)
my sweetheart 💗 thank you very much, I send that hug back so tightly through all the stars, and you're such a blessing amongst them.
once i accidentally stepped on angel’s tail and she yelped, and it was the worst sound i could have heard. once, near the end of her life, when she wasn’t wanting to eat, i dropped her bowl and screamed/cried in anguish and scared her. neither of these were intended, and yet still haunt me and feel unforgivable, even though she did not have the capacity to hold it against me and did forgive me immediately. i still don’t forgive myself for the circumstances of her last few days spent mostly alone in the hospital, because they refused to release her to us and let her be at home. rationally this is not my fault, but it feels like a failing that can never be remedied, like so many other things i have failed at, no matter how far out of my control.
all this to say. i just don’t understand how people, with cruel purpose and malice, intentionally inflict violence and harm and mayhem and irrevocable trauma on living beings of any kind (human or animal), i don’t understand how you can get so far into the darkness that you switch off the cutting sense of hurt and horror i felt just hearing that squeak from my precious dog’s tail getting pinched for a split second. i don’t understand how history and the present day are littered with utter disregard of, or derivement of pleasure in, inflicting damage and pain. i don’t understand how you can hear a cry and not feel like you’re going to bleed to death from it. i don’t understand how the grief isn’t so overwhelming that no one would ever do any of that to begin with. i don’t understand why the world has ever been the way that it is. i understand it less the longer i have to live in it.
THE LORD OF THE RINGS + 🍂
Favorite Film from Every Year
1952- Singin’ in the Rain
What’s the first thing an actor learns? “The show must go on!’ Come rain, come shine, come snow, come sleet, the show MUST go on!
lovely 1916 halloween illustration
Jenny Holzer, “Marquees,” 1993 (from the collection of Don Shewey)
if I cannot fly, let me sing. ♡if I wasn't tough, I wouldn't be here.if I wasn't gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be here.♡if not to hunger for the meaning of it all, then tell me what a soul is for?♡if my immortal soul is lost to me, something yet remains. I remain. ♡ a passionate, fragmentary girl; she stood in desperate music wound; voice of a bird, heart like a house; the ghost at the end of the song.♡ Jessica Lynn 🕊❀ paypal ❀
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