(Art: Painting by Peter Wever)

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Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors. 

~Andrew Boyd :: (Book: Daily Afflictions)

[Philo Thoughts]

You know what I think is my favourite thing about Dracula Daily having been such a hit on tumblr? (Other than everybody finally learning that what I've been saying all along about Lucy and Mina and Jonathan all being done dirty by adaptations is true and all falling in love with the characters, that is.) It's getting to see all the posts by people with different experiences or expertise or even just perspectives, and seeing what they take away from (and bring to) the novel. I have learned things about paprika, goitre, seafaring, the geography of Whitby, what an aqueduct actually looks like, Romanian folk dress, Victorian etiquette lessons, and the history of psychology that I would never have thought to look up but that have enriched my experience and understanding of this story in ways I didn't even realise it could be enriched.

Stay super cool out there!

some things never change

Verse of the Day

🧡Mark 5:34🧡

Mina, I know that you're not in nearly as dire straits as Jonathan was at the start of his Dracula Attackula period, but you are showing either a heroic or a worrisome amount of Reinforced Optimism (c) for a supposed gothic horror enjoyer.

If you were reading your own character in a book and you got to the closing line, "...though I do not expect any trouble to-night." I know you'd be groaning in place as you chided the paper protagonist for setting herself up for another blow from the Horrors.

And like, I get it. I get that you're scraping below the bottom of the barrel for literally any bright spot in this Hot Girl Summer that's rapidly turning into Lukewarm Grim Summer that isn't the desperately cheery daytrips as you try to scrape off all the death in the air and Jonathan's increasingly frightening absence. I get it!

But Mina. This is your journal, not a dinner guest you have to sugar coat and power-press yourself into palatability for. Allow yourself to worry like a person, here if nowhere else, and not strangle yourself down into an interviewee for Best Unpaid Sleepwalker Minder.

It's a nitpicky thing, I know, but it's also so much more easy to worry about after hearing the words out loud with the podcast. That immediate turn around from witnessing the worst case scenario with Lucy in the night to 'All's well! :)' mode by the next evening. As though there's no showing weakness except in the aftermath of panic, even to her own private diary. It makes me so worried for the writer.

"I trust her feeling ill may not be from that unlucky prick of the safety-pin. I looked at her throat just now as she lay asleep, and the tiny wounds seem not to have healed."

Mmmmmmmm, I wonder what was the state of tetanus diagnosis in victorian england at this time. Because, at the eyes of a doctor who would only see this with a rational mind like Mina, it could be a possible explanation

i want to post my short-sleeved button up shirt collection but i feel like at this point thats as good as posting my face in terms of privacy considering how frequently i wear them...

So I was reading the Seward chapters and…

Given that Dracula precedes the public recorded release of “there was an old lady who swallowed a fly” by approximately 56 years, there is every chance that the old lady was, in fact, Renfield all along

on the surface i’m calm and placid as an idyllic pond in the springtime, but under that i’m screaming crying throwing up SHAKING like a toy poodle because i’ve been trying desperately to steal gerard way’s gender since i was 13 years old

when someone answers your question on what daily amnesia is like

i wish yoomie was here :(

Boom boom boom, got my heartbeat bumpin'

Exodus 3:1-9

Moses is out shepherding the flocks and God appears to him in a burning bush. God commands Moses to remove his sandals, calling the place where He has appeared holy ground. In his pronouncement from the midst of the never-consuming fire, I feel a sense of holiness that is not characteristic of any worldly thing. Moses feels it and hides his face. He is ashamed to meet God face-to-face. Yet,…

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Faith Is Real~Side With The Afflicted

Obadiah 1:11On the day you stood aloof while strangers carried off his wealth and foreigners entered his gates and cast lots for Jerusalem, you were like one of them. First foremost, Brotherly kindness was due from Edom to Israel in the time of need, but instead of showing kindness, the men of Esau joined with Israel’s enemies. Special stress in the sentence before us is laid upon the word you,…

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