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KIROKAZE
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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oozey mess
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@gothic-rin
I finally wanted to cut you like you've cut me. I took the slashing pain silently for months. But you, you scream so loud and so painfully at the first sight of blood. How ironic that a swordsman can't take the bite of his own blade.
I didn’t ask for this >:(
Glitched 2019
1 word- skinny
i will look like this. no matter what. i’ll make sure of it.
i tried keeping a journal, burning candles, making the bed, tethering the body to here and now. but always, in me, something fell out of sync, and days ran by, too swift for me to keep up.
before i knew it, it was 4am, and i was chain smoking outside a 24/7 shop. i was missing birthdays and phone calls, until the dates became jumbled, until the calls stopped coming.
this happens at the beginning. look again at the calendar, at what day it is now. and rage. scream and cry or sulk in silence. swear to never try again. throw a fit. a tantrum. stare at the wall in silence. and when you are ready: start again.
burn candles, pick the journal back up, make your bed, find your feet on the ground, stare at the sky, the clouds. and when the days start to run together, you might find that it’s been a little bit longer than last time. start over. you’re building your foundation. again and again and again until you no longer find yourself outside the shop, chain smoking. until you find people that keep calling despite the missed calls. until the missed birthdays become a distant memory.
your 20s are about fucking up your hair and getting long overdue medical diagnoses actually
*isolates myself* perfect! but why am i sad
*socializes* perfect! how do I get out of here
you do not have to do everything all at once. you do not have to take on 10 new habits and adopt a completely different lifestyle in one day. things take time. be patient with yourself. it’s okay to be a work in progress.
What do you make of this weirdly remodeled warehouse home in the UK?
Serial killer easy-clean stainless steel kitchen.
Heavy duty spiral stairs.
Hmmm…stainless steel fireplace, but medieval castle doors in the living room.
Then, there’s the ship’s hatch. Submarine? Space ship?
Where are we?
Spacy steep steps leading to the home gym.
Music room? Dance studio?
Hang out room.
This looks like a room in a sanitarium.
And, it’s got the bathroom to prove it- even a giant toilet paper roll, but it’s up too high.
Are those sinks or bidets?
Is that a two-way mirror?
What is this room? Are those sleeping nooks?
Interesting sink.
This is just weird.
The wall was sealed- would’ve been nice if they left a door to get out on the deck. Just went back to the site and saw the video tour- who the hell chose that music? I had to shut it off, it sounded like you’re trapped and can’t get out.
https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/104968019?fbclid=IwAR1-DsNcvzARayHKcdQixKtl75vRGdwc9Ca4Wzy0kZv9IFVHcnQP28_RAAI#/media?id=media41&ref=photoCollage
can’t you see that poor couch is fighting for its life
This is how i would imagine a modern tv show would depict purgatory.
no other social media site gives me what tumblr has given me . i love this place . it’s awful here. i’ll never leave .
you are not selfish for wanting the same love and energy you give.
The desire to get a bullet journal and pretend I'll be able to get my life together
this movie is so fucking creepy jesus fuck
It’s by Tim Burton, what did you honestly expect?
Actually, it’s Henry Selick, who was the director of The Nightmare Before Christmas. The book was written by Neil Gaiman, though, and is far…far….worse.
Sorry, I’m about to geek the hell out.
The movie is captivating, but the book is twenty kinds of terrifying, even now, ten years after I first read it. As disturbing as the movie may have been to some, the things Selick added really serve to cushion just how horrific the story really is.
First of all, the character of Wybie does not exist in the book. Coraline is facing all of this nearly alone, with her only help coming from the sly comments of the cat, a warning from the circus mice, and the stone given to her by her neighbor, presented with no comment but that it “makes the unseen seen.”
Second, the Other Parents are never quite as warm (and, dare I say, normal) as they are in the gifs above. They’re described as having paper-white skin and the Other Mother’s hair is said to move on its own, and her long, red, claw-like nails don’t ease any uncertainty that she is absolutely, positively up to no good. The first time Coraline meets them, they (and the rest of the Others) seem to be playing roles (for whatever reason, Coraline does not seem to pick up on this), like they all know what to say and what to do and are simply waiting for Coraline to make her move in their terrifying play world. This is shown to be partly true when the Other Parents tell her they know she’ll be back soon after she refuses the buttons - this time, to stay.
Third, the Other Mother commits atrocities that really should not have been in a book for anyone not fully grown up. She physically deforms the world around Coraline to slow her progress in their game beyond any mild traps the movie portrays, and, instead of turning the Other Father into the wandering pumpkin-thing seen in the film, she simply ceases to use him and throws his body away in the cellar, leaving him to rot with whatever bit of sentience he has left. She begins to lose her touch, as Coraline gains the upper hand. Her world doesn’t just become a nightmare - it falls apart completely. No creepy but oddly cool bug furniture here, just the house that now appears to be a child’s drawing. Whatever the Other Mother is (a beldame, but something tells me she’s much more ancient and powerful than that), she does not give half a hump about what she has to do to ensnare Coraline. Destroy the supporting characters of her twisted creation? Done. Allow herself to be dismembered to ruin Coraline’s life in the normal world? Not even gonna bat an eyelash.
On a final, personal note, imagine eight year-old me, ignored by my parents, absorbed in the story and identifying with Coraline from the start. Imagine me finishing this bloodcurdling book and immediately thinking of my basement, where there is still a locked door that my grandmother swears up and down is nothing more than a storage room, but has not once in my (or my mother’s) lifetime unlocked.
Can you see why this book still scares me?
Fun fact I learned from seeing neil gaiman speak: when he first wanted the book published, his editor said it was too scary. He suggested she read it to her young daughter, and then decide. So she did, and her daughter wasn’t afraid, and it was published. Years later, Gaiman was sitting next to that daughter at an event and told her this story, and she said “oh I was terrified I just didn’t want to tell my mom”.
Coraline WAS too scary to be published, but exists anyway because a girl lied to her mother.
@neil-gaiman, is this true about the publisher’s daughter?
It was my literary agent, Merrilee Heifetz who read it and said “you can’t seriously expect this to be published as a children’s book.” So I suggested she read it to her daughters. And she called me back a week later and said “They love it and they weren’t scared at all. I’ll take it to Harper Children’s.”
A decade later, at the Opening Night of the Coraline musical, I was sitting next to Morgan, Merilee’s youngest daughter, and told her how her not being scared had made the book happen. And she said “I was terrified. But I needed to find out what happened next. So nobody knew.”
So, yes.
This website can be toxic at times, but the fact that people can just tag Neil Gaiman to get his input, like a sorcerer invoking a benevolent spirit, is definitely a bright spot.
