“When history is written as it ought to be written, it is the moderation and long patience of the masses at which men will wonder, not their ferocity.”
not to be problematic but i literally do not give a shit about age gaps when dating vampires. they thirst for your blood. “but it’s predatory!!!!” yeah. it is. “they’re preying on you!!!” they’re vampires. they do that. “it’s a power imbalance!!!!!!” what part of vampires are you not getting
they eat people and can turn into bats and crawl around on walls, lizard fashion, and can hypnotize you with your eyes. a) the age gap is not the creepy part and b) the creep factor is kinda the appeal
they don’t age. that’s part of the horror of it actually. would you accept eternal life, if you can never progress? can never grow or change? you’ll live forever, eternal youth, but frozen exactly as you are now. you will never become the person you’re meant to be. you are trapped in the mind of a 17-year-old forever. also ‘theoretically old if you disregard the fact that he’s a vampire’ doesn’t even make the top 20 worst things about edward cullen list. girl he’s mormon. prioritize
Get hot water, not boiling hot but almost hotter than you can stand, and put a metal spoon in it for a few seconds. Take the spoon and put it against the mosquito bite for about 30 seconds. Do it a few times if you like. The proteins that cause the itching are susceptible to heat and break down.
WHY DON’T THEY TEACH THIS SHIT I have four decades of suffering from skeeter bites behind me
i think that all stories are about consumption, performance, and/or narrative, and the best combine elements of all three
a thesis as a series of posed questions
consumption: who and what is consuming or being consumed? who is invited to the table? who is given scraps and who eats well? is the consumption an act of love or of violence? is the act of consuming performed alone or with others? is the act of consumption one of ritual, survival, eroticism, pain? who is fed and who starves?
performance: who and what is performing? is there an audience? what is an audience? is the performative act a conscious one? is it a performance if there is no audience? who is watching? who is watching the watchers? does it matter?
narrative: whose story is being told? who is telling the story? whose story is being erased? who is aware they are in a story? who is trying to escape? is the narrative linear, does it loop, does it move backwards? is there a resolution? is the story about the conclusion or the action itself? what haunts this story?
I fucking adore amethysts. I don’t care what their “meaning” is…magpie brain like pretty purple rock. Adorn self with rocks. Be cute.
Hee hee hoo hoo shiny rock
Honestly I do like knowing the ‘meanings’ of gemstones but I think of them as less a thing they ‘do’ and more like you know. The meanings of flowers. Like, amethyst means peace and calm. Having one isn’t going to magically heal my anxiety sure that’d just be silly but I like that I can give a pretty purple rock to a friend as a way of saying ‘I hope you have a nice chill time today’ just like you would with flower language. Especially since saying the same thing with flower language would use lavender and a lot of people I know are allergic to that so here have a purple rock instead
the only medicinal properties crystals have is “I did not previously own a shiny rock but now I do :)”
Unless it is specifically rock salt. Then you can also add ‘mmm tastey’ to the list.
i love you spatial horror i love you fucked up houses i love you neverending corridors i love you doors that lead nowhere i love you something evil under the floorboards i love you architecture that doesnt make sense
