#insanity?

[lightwdangelo]

Solangelo as superbat (battinson x corenswet) for halloween this year send tweet

[liontalon1]

Ok science side of tumblr, what is this? I saw it last night (12/24/23) at around 20:30 northeastern US. It was bigger than a star, couldn’t be certain if it was moving or not, if it was it was slow and without a clear flight path. There weren’t any flashing red or green lights to indicate a plane, but was kinda pulsing different shades of orange. I watched it for a minute or two before taking my eyes off it for half a second and it vanished, not disappeared behind a cloud or mountain just gone. If i hadnt taken the picture I’d be convinced I’d made it up.

[nosleeppotions]

Several of my book characters are monsters and murders, etc. , but I love them: in their fictional work.

If they were real I'd hope and pray for their arrest or even execution.

But they aren't real, they are works of fiction and a creative way of self expression. As they are in my book, they are my babies.

I actually do not support what they do from an irl perspective, but as their creator I'm cheering them on.

Once again if they were REAL PEOPLE IN REAL LIFE, I would not like them AT ALL.

The same goes to other characters from other works of fiction that I like.

(For example: I like Severus Snape as a FICTIONAL CHARACTER, but I would never want him as a teacher EVER. I've had ones similar enough to him to know better thank you very much.)

Does that make sense?

[kazoosarentsatanic]

I wonder what effect Blank’s whispering played in a loop would have a on a person.

[laneybob420]

These long night hours

My brain feels dead

And alive

At the same time

I don't know

Real

From fake

In my mind

From in my face

True

From false

Like the cement walls

Closing in

Getting harder to breathe

Like Jason said

It feels like I've swallowed the sun

And it's burning all the bright

Burning my cheeks

Burning my wires

Burning my eyes

Fire

Creating water

These leaks in my dams

In my eyes

They say eyes

Are the windows to your soul

But I want to close the shutters

Because when the sun

Burns all the bright

The shadows creep in

And I'm afraid of the dark

That's when I get paranoid

When I feel people breathing

When I see faces

In the pitch black

When I don't know

Real

From fake

In my mind

From in my face

True

From false

When I turn my back

Do they talk

Like I've done

Like I know they do

Fake smiles

Plastered

On fake faces

They say crazy people

Never wonder

If they're crazy

But I wonder

If I feel myself slipping

S l o w l y

Into that

Neverending hole

Called madness

Because I feel the edge of the cliff

My toes

Gripping

From sharp rock

To nothing

And I'm screaming

But my lips are sealed

I'm begging without talking

Begging with my soul windows

For someone to throw down a rope

Or at least a match

Because if I'm too far gone

Deep in the dark

At least I'll be able to see

But on second thought

Maybe I don't want to see the faces

Because I feel

The fear

Eating me up

Inside

And out

Until I'm the greedy python

I feel the fear

Snapping at me

Like the frenzied jaws

Of a shark who's smelled

Blood

And I'm scared of the ocean

Scared of not being able to breathe

Like these cement walls

Scared of a supposedly dead

Thought to be long gone

Creature

Rising from the depths

I feel myself

Going headfirst into

"Am I crazy"

Like I'm afraid I'll go

Down these stairs

Spiraling

Into madness

Because I don't know

Real

From fake

In my mind

From in my face

True

From false

I should sleep

I know I should sleep

But sometimes

I'm afraid to close my eyes

'Cause that's when

I swear I feel

The icy palms of Death

Crawling ng up my spine

And that's when

I'm afraid of tomorrow

Because tomorrow

Anything could happen

And that's sun and moon

Good and bad

And did you know

That the moon doesn't shine on its own

The sun reflects off of it

Like a shiny mirror

So I'll let you decide

If the sun is good

Or the bad

Because mostly

I don't know

I'm too indecisive for this

And people keep asking me what I want

No

I

Don't

Know

What

I

Want

This pen that leaks

Scribbles of madness

Shakes in my hand

And I cant help wonder

If it feels the pressure of my hand

S q u e e z i n g

It

Trying to juice from it

Real

From fake

In my mind

From in my face

True

From false

Maybe it's not the pen

And it's me

But I don't know anymore

If you asked me my name

I wouldn't know

If you asked me where I am

I wouldnt know

But not because I don't know my name

But because they've told me to decide

Between birth

And adopted

And not because I don't know where I am

(Crittenton)

But because sometimes

I wonder

If it's all

A dream

Or a nightmare

Because sometimes

That happens to me

When I wake up

And am so sure

But then

Something slaps me

To get me to remember

That's when I know

Real

From fake

In my mind

From in my face

True

From false.

[eternalking-cabbage-dragon]

I’m fairly sure I’m good at categorising things into distinct groups, but I feel like I’m not so good at organising.

There is a difference between organising and categorising, which I find difficult to put into words.

Think of it like this:

Picture an organised room.

Now picture a categorised one.

Spot the difference?

In organised rooms the books are neatly on the shelves. The clothes are neatly folded. The cutlery is in a drawer in the kitchen.

In categorised rooms, things are either subtly or massively different. The books are grouped by size, author, genre, series, or some other category; some are separated because they don’t have subject matter similar to any other book. The clothes are grouped by material, maker, purpose, etc. In the kitchen everything has a separate drawer, depending on whether it’s a fork, knife, spoon, spork, spatula, eggbeater. Each belongs to a specific drawer.

Organised is neat, things are where you expect them to be. Categorised requires a criteria to be known to make sense of it.

I rest my case. At least until I can explain it better.

[qupritsuvwix]

Why No Real Antiwar Movement Has Developed in Israel

Even many of Benjamin Netanyahu’s harshest critics have supported the military campaign in Gaza. “We are seeing a different war than you are