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it's finally that time of the year again for the clinically depressed newscaster describing february with disco elysium music
So January was 17 weeks long. And February is 3 and a half horrifying days. Do I have that right?
From February 16 to 17, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
- sylvia plath
Resonating with my soul.
My toxic trait as a horror fan is that I will never ever ever ever ever tire of grief horror. The idea of grief driving people to do dark and unimaginable and truly horrific things is just so fucking raw and so fucking real to me and it fucks me up every single time. I don‘t care how many times I see it done in different ways or in the exact same way, it always hits for me. I am an absolute simp for any and all grief-based horror concepts and I forever will be.