#spirals.

[adrianicsea]

insane how much material/symbolism/iconography there is in the saw franchise to make merch of and yet all you ever see is billy. sickening, even

[whitnerly]

Your guide to survival.

I use to think that it was me - that I got everything wrong. Mixed up the top from the bottom. Did everything backwards or the hard way. No the hardest way. I use to think that I misunderstood the concepts. That I couldn’t connect two events. Nothing was ever smooth, everything was so difficult. I use to think it was my fault when things went wrong. That I had missed a vital element when I put together the puzzle. No matter how obsessed I was with following the instructions I couldn’t produce a stable or even correct output. I use to think it was me – that I couldn’t do anything right. Now I know it was you. You taught me everything I know. You were the one who was wrong. Who had misstepped, traced the lines incorrectly, connected the dots improperly. You numbered everything in no particular order and then switched them up adding more instructions. You made everything seems so easy because it made sense in your head but not in translation. You did everything the hardest way and taught me how to make it threw life the same as you had. That wasn't easy for me. To make heads or tails of your concepts. To connect unrelated events, to shove puzzle pieces into incorrect spots, only to believe that was truly were they fit. You screwed, damaged, destroyed my view of the world, made it so abstract and difficult that at times I was tired of existing with in it's confines. You taught me how to do everything wrong. You taught me the hardest way, the darkest way, the loneliest way.

But truth is you taught me how to be strong; how to survive.

[whitnerly]

6ft Under.

I don’t know if it’s me or these crazy spirals spinning all around me but I can’t handle the truth. The raw friction in the back of your throat is grating on my nerves. Why is your voice so rough on my ears? Your hello spitted from behind your clenched jaw. I don’t understand what it is you’re trying to say. I half mouth the words goodbye but then your eyes spark to life, like your just seeing me for the first time. You have been lost for so long how do you except me to react to the shadow of your skeleton? Or is it me who is being found because I’m finally breathing easier now that your jaw has relaxed. Now that your face recognizes mine.  These spirals have tangled themselves further only leaving me more confused. I reached for your hand but as your fingers met mine I slipped right threw. This imagine in front of me is just the ghost of you.

[fishwasmade-blog]

that shit makes me think im a thunder fan for a reason.