the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

tshirt that says NO LIVE ORGANISM CAN CONTINUE FOR LONG TO EXIST SANELY UNDER CONDITIONS OF ABSOLUTE REALITY

"How would you describe most of your favorite shows/books?"

Like this:

Yes, terrible things happen, but sometimes those terrible things — they save you.

Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted

This is not for you.

Gothic Heroine Book Cover

the recent resurgence in episode 6 talk has led me to reminiscing about Rook's absolutely buckwild backstory. man tries on a nice jacket exactly once and immediately re-evaluates his entire life.

(this has actually been sitting around for a few days because I keep second-guessing it, so uhhh sorry if it's weird! I can't tell anymore!)

strength and nobility

Oh to be a student in a haunted academy, your reading companions the ghosts of a glorious past

unfortunately for jon snow, the role of "dead girl haunting the narrative" is already occupied by his mother, father, brother, sister, uncle, grandmother and step mother x2 so he's going to have to be forcibly resurrected :/

Familiar.

I recently read and loved the unsettling new novel A HAUNTING ON THE HILL by Elizabeth Hand.

Do you think Coryo watched the Reapings suspiciously closely when District 12’s turn came up, for the next six years, or however long it took for the Maude Ivory or the next youngest of the Covey to age out of the Hunger Games? Do you think he continued to watch closely even after that, searching the faces of the crowd for one more familiar to him even than his own, searching, always searching, and always in vain? Do you think he started feigning disinterest after several years, figuring well, she couldn’t possibly have returned to the district after all this time, and when do you think the feigned indifference became real indifference? And do you think that indifference was shattered the moment he laid eyes on Katniss Everdeen, so many decades later?

[sexting] no live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

The line most often quoted from Frank's diary are her famous words, “I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.” These words are “inspiring,” by which we mean that they flatter us. They make us feel forgiven for those lapses of our civilization that allow for piles of murdered girls – and if those words came from a murdered girl, well, then, we must be absolved, because they must be true. The gift of grace and absolution from a murdered Jew (exactly the gift that lies at the heart of Christianity) is what millions of people are so eager to find in Frank's hiding place, in her writings, in her “legacy.” It is far more gratifying to believe that an innocent dead girl has offered us grace than to recognize the obvious: Frank wrote about people being “truly good at heart” before meeting people who weren't. Three weeks after writing those words, she met people who weren't.

  —  People Love Dead Jews: Reports from a Haunted Present (Dara Horn)

Cover for Dämonenkiller #132 - Der Ritter vom schwarzen Kreuz

by Vincente Segrelles

Jason overpowering fear toxin

Jason overpowering cheer drops

Jason overpowering his fear failsafe