#how nice.

[kirbyddd]

[odisn]

thinking about Thor crying over every movie he watches ,  because there’s always  something  that reminds him of  someone ,  and then reminds him that said someone is dead ,  and then reminds him that the reason they’re dead is because of him ,  and then reminds him that he’s alone .

[plagueymess-blog]

i made a new friend!!!

[cbliivion-a-blog]

          “.. Mph..”

[hostcaptain-blog]

these questions are wonderful.

they also double as a way for my psyche to come back after it's been stuck "human".

[act-ii-scene-i]

My host is kinder than before. The door is still locked, but it is reasonable, security, a precaution in the face of the guards that patrol this part of the village; broken and rundown blacksmith, rusting landfill and dump in a short stride's distance, shadowed streets and narrowing alleys, and I find myself and my host to be living in a garret.

We make it work. It's slow movements and cumbersome sleep, hitched breath when the guard knocks and barges open the front door, wide eyes cast to each other, twin predictions of when discovery will occur. My host is not scared, so I am not either.

The basement had caved in was the reasoning I was gratefully given for why. I would not be able to stand to live in such close proximity to the thing that had ruined me so dreadfully; that glorius shining gate, just behind that flimsy shelf. Perhaps that was what my host was thinking too as I was led to the refurnished attic, and as we both avoided any glimpse of that awful color through hiding the miniscule window that lay with us.

If nothing else, I'm glad for the comradery. It startles me with how close terror brings two together.

[petrifiedchild]

I think my family just set up unrealistic expectations for me. I also don't want to have to explain my decision. I know ghosting is bad, but I didn't start it. I think it should be obvious why I'm doing this. I won't have to explain at all.