Isotope-slander - Isotopic-Slander

Imagine if you walked into someone else's mind. Imagine if they walked into yours. Imagine that you couldn't tell which was which. Imagine that it didn't matter. Imagine that the membrane between you was so thin that what is you and what is her can no longer be clearly defined. Imagine that "mine" and "your" fell away, leaving only "our". Imagine that the reason you can't tell was because you are, on a fundamental level, the same person. Imagine you were two halves of a soul that were never supposed to be put together. Imagine that you smiled. Imagine that you've been fighting all year, but when you first get the chance to exist in this primordial, spiritual space, all that exists is gentleness and peace. Imagine that this is all you ever wanted. Imagine that she touched your cheek. Imagine that you were soulmates. Imagine that this was never acknowledged again. Imagine that the first thing she did when she woke up was walk to you and kiss you. Imagine that you never knew. Imagine that I watched this scene thirteen years ago and it permanently rotted my brain from inside to out.

what's some films i can watch to distract myself from fresh grief? thanks❤️

Scream, Friday the 13th, Penelope, Pirates of the Caribbean, Fast Color, Hearts Beat Loud, Clue, Pride and Prejudice, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, Better Off Dead, Constantine, Say Anything, Rubber, Child's Play, Little Miss Sunshine, Saving Face

well, hes a fine young man. if you overlook the atrocities

Do non-americans realize that the United States is literally just a bunch of countries in a trench coat that agreed to be semi-nice to each other in order to sneak into the Big Boy Club? Because let’s be honest that’s just what the USA is

Commission for arina_psina

when w. h. auden said “evil is unspectacular and always human” and ursula k. leguin said “this is the great treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain”

something holy inside you wants to get out but you can’t let it

Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams