#haunting words

[mydarkawaits]

Moon breaks; dawn bleeds.

[daughterofthesunlands]

"The Privilege of Family"

Henry Coffin & George Pollard

In the Heart of the Sea

[chaoticandlittledramatic]

"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕟, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕠’𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥."

☽◯☾

[4herforever]

🌲 The Forest & The War 🌲

There was a time when the chimps went mad. They clawed and tore at each other for years, not knowing why, only that something inside them said fight. Jane Goodall watched in horror, thinking the peace she once believed in was a dream. And then, one day, the war ended. As suddenly as it began, it was over. The forest grew quiet again.

Humans are no different. We too forget ourselves. We build concrete cages, plastic oceans, and invisible borders. We fight neighbors instead of asking who planted the fight in our hands. We forget that our fear is new, that our cruelty is not destiny but invention.

But there are some of us, scattered through the trees, who will not let the forgetting win. We carve messages into the bark: Yes, the eyes are evil. Yes, it is scary out here. But this way, the air feels lighter.

We are not here to save the whole forest. We are here to leave signs for the ones still wandering, so when they stumble through the darkness, they will see: the war is not forever. We can stop. We can remember each other again.

[midnightmuses301]

𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐛, 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝘉𝘺 𝘙𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘪𝘦𝘬𝘬𝘪

𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬,

𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐚 𝐌𝐜𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝'𝐬, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬

𝐆𝐨𝐝? 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝟑𝟔𝟎, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞,

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟: 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝. 𝐎𝐫 𝐢𝐟: 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

𝐎𝐫 𝐢𝐟: 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐎𝐫 𝐢𝐟: 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐝

𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐎𝐫 𝐢𝐟: 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭; 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

[saintcollapse]

“𝔑𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔢.

𝔑𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢, 𝔫𝔬 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡.

𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔱.

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔦 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢.”

— I Held the Knife

darkwave project:

Ｓａｉｎｔ Ｃｏｌｌａｐｓｅ

[sazahraa]

“Pain is the writer’s muse and prison. Once it’s turned into words, it can never fade. It becomes a ghost that lingers on every page, forever.”

—sazahra

[hauntinghunts]

So much anger, sadness and frustration in my system. Low key very much want to crash out and break things, but I don’t have breakable things and the nearest rage room is two hours away I don’t have that kind of time or gas money. I hate the stupid rules about mortgages and I hate everything supporting it