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Berry!!

what a weird time to be alive.

i simultaneously feel more lost and yet more like myself than i’ve ever been. these last few months have felt like traveling down a long tunnel and i feel like i’m no closer to the end than when i started. walking through the proverbial dark has provided some moments of deep calm and self-reflection. other times, i feel like i don’t know where i’m headed or where i fit in in this world. i know pushing through the discomfort is the only way forward, the only way i’ll grow and figure this all out... but i can’t wait for the day i can fall asleep without feeling like a failure with anxiety gnawing at the back of my brain. i want that peace.

thegaymertrainer

Howwww is this so good the damn talent

kyojuuros

Pokémon (1996-2022) ⤷ 905 playable Pokémon (incl. alternate forms, mega evolutions + gigantamax) + the 3 newly announced gen IX starters

beldeneige

schwabsyy

cyberglittter

thread

thefirsthogokage

Since the “Don’t Say Gay” bill was passed today, I think it’s time for some Malicious Compliance. From what I might wrongfully understand, this bill is vague enough that heterosexual topics can be reported as well. If no one is punished for heterosexual talk, but are punished for talking about queer things, then that sets up a discrimination lawsuit.

shiroa

Castle in the Sky (1986) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

seatawinan

#i cried so much when i watched this #gameboys #elijah canlas #cairo lazaro

no thank you, owen

THE PRINCESS DIARIES + LETTERBOXD REVIEWS

what is wrong with this hellhole of a website that we used to call home

#Lmao i am so confused

boredpanda

20+ One-Picture Horror Stories That We Do Not Recommend Reading Alone

moosefrog

@briancoldrick has a tumblr if you’d like to see more!

geekremix

Look at all those guardian angels being there for lonely people. <3

philosoverted-deactivated202006

Perhaps horror and terror aren’t always the same thing, and darkness isn’t always indicative of harm.

The traveler in the tunnel groped his way forward with a hand against the wall, a chill creeping up his spine. The guardian, watching its brave trespasser stumble, lit a candle for the man to find: on the other side he’d be outside the spirit’s care, but now at least there would be a light to guide his way.

The man alone in empty rows of cubicles allowed himself to be taken advantage of by his employers. The resident spirit kept watch on its melancholy charge, encouraging him to leave by spreading a vague feeling of unease: endless mechanized work was not meant for mortals, whose lives pass by so quickly if they let themselves be stripped of joy.

The guardians kept a close eye on the young woman. She was blithely unaware of the unscrupulous fraternity boys who never overstayed their welcome in her apartment after a wild party: who, instead, always stumbled home to pass out on their own couches, and fell asleep to the vision of many eyes judging their guilty thoughts.

The boy liked to be alone. When his father was home it was never good, but once his family moved into their new place something crept through the darkness that was stronger than his father’s temper. It wasn’t long before his father stopped raising his voice and his fists, frightened by horrible dreams that left him drenched in sweat whenever he so much as thought about hurting his son. The boy slept soundly: he always felt safe for as long as he lived in that house.

The radio broadcaster had recently lost his husband. When he was at work the good memories felt close by, and some of the horror of those last days beside a hospital bed faded away. Sometimes, when the weight grew unbearable, he almost thought he felt a hand on his shoulder, a soft voice telling him he was never truly alone. His love was there. He would always be there, as long as he was needed.

The darkness watched out for the ones who couldn’t watch out for themselves.