#imagination?

[black-ak9]

I think Bill Cipher is around here or maybe it's my paranoia

Idk I found it weird that there was a triangular hole in the sky 🔼

[eirabach]

I have woken up less weepy but no less full of screaming and I guess this is just who I am now.

I promise to actually try and edit the next lot of screaming, at least

[kingvodkasassbaguette]

Natterings of Nathaniel #2

If you sneeze, and no one’s around to hear it... Did you really, truly sneeze? Or is it just a figment of your imagination. Maybe everything’s in your imagination. Jean: Did Kevin drop you on your head from a great height or something?

[hanhahar]

Am I crazy because I am just as entertained creating scenarios and plots in my head as I am just reading fanfiction.

I'll be thinking about a character x oc in my head and then get distracted but then later think ah where was I with the fic I was reading... Oh wait I was just thinking in my head.

Like what???

[thezestywalru]

Ughhhhhh I don’t usually visualize Peter when I read, but when I do, he’s my little sister’s age (13) or Holland’s (somewhere in the 20’s and shit) and not mine even though he’s supposed to be.

There’s no in between- either he’s Tee and b a b e y or he’s a weird mix of Holland and Garfield and a depressed millennial.

Anyone else have this problem with Peter or any other character?

[devxvi]

OHHHH BOY some scary stuff just happened its 1 am here and I'm sweating trying to sleep and all I hear is heavy breathing directly in front of me and I go to turn on my light and nothing is there OHHH BOY yikes?!! Probably imagined it but oh god that was creepy. Then a pan fell over downstairs (probably caused by someone but there was no talking afterwards). So I can now sucessfully sleep with my light on hahahhahha yikes

[ruthlesslistener]

Ugh, being around those WW2 planes kinda kicked me in the ass. I'm not sure if it's because I'm a writer or those planes are memory-charged or what, but I'm experiencing those creepy ghost-life 'memories' that makes me feel like I'm living in the 1940's. It's kinda a sensation where it feels like you have a second body or a second life, or maybe memories of a previous life are haunting you, I don't know...but nothing present-day seems real. The phone I'm typing with doesn't feel like it should exist-it seems too sci-fy or shit. The smell of the bombers is burning in my nose, and the drone and cough of their engines is all I can hear. I can see vivid scenery in my mind's eye; darkening skies, the landing strip of the airport, my crewmates around me, bumping me, shouting at me in a slew of American accents and army slang. I can feel the rough chafe of a uniform against my skin, the clunky boots on my feet making my heels ache slightly as I stand. It smells of cigarettes. Tommy's lit one and he won't share with the rest of us. Most of us have burned through our packs on the flight to France, tense with the knowledge that Axis planes may still decide to launch an attack against the supply planes. You see what I mean? It's way more vivid than anything I usually see. Like jeez, I knew I always had a thing for WW2 planes, but still, this is pretty unusual.