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i can't explain in words how shitty i feel whenever im crying i feel my heart bursting and comming out of my chest and the only way i can think of putting my heart to rest and peace is so stab it untill its in tiny chunks. Just thinking about this makes me feel good i wish someone could stab me 100s of times i wish they'd bash my head against a wall until im unrecognizable
does anyone else not know who they are? like i have no idea who the fresh fuck is inside this meat shell and it’s so scary. i have a different personality for each friend or family member and every time i am in the presence of one of my friends or a group of people it always feels like a fucking performance. I am so beyond drained at the end of each day bc i don’t even know who i am.
yolo though bc i’m hot asf anyways and have the prettiest gf alive so who cares 😍🤞🏼😛
When I get triggered, I am in so much pain and agony. But now in addition to that there’s this helplessness and suffocation because I want to end it but I can’t. No, I don’t care it will pass. It might but it will happen again. And will keep on happening over and over again. I don’t want to live an endless life of waiting it to pass.
Non-smokers being Lana stans is cultural appropriation
im so tired of neurotypicals using "god complex" as some quirky label. its a grandiose delusion. its not a fun item to attatch to yourself to make yourself seem cooler. stop using mental illness as a trend and/or aesthetic. jesus fucking christ, educate yourselves.
Im a goddess stfu biach
If only men could understand coquette aesthetic, Lana del rey, Lorelai gilmore, academic validation, caffeine, blair Waldorf, midnight study sessions, cigarette breaks,star gazing,cats,classic literature,red lipstick,rosy cheeks,the black swan and a God complex obsession.
men will never understand what it's like to age.
not to grow up, but to age.
i've sewn you into who i am. mashed you into me, merging our souls until i wouldnt be able find which one was mine even if i wanted to.
we're intertwined so much so that now the thought of losing you is the thought of losing myself. i dont know that if i lose all of you that there will be any of me left.
Because I can.
And yes I consider Mad Monster Party more of a horror film than Svankmajer's Alice. Remember these are just MY recommendations.
Most horror animation lists are strictly for shorts because that's the medium the genre dominates in animation...but occasionally, you have some stuff that doesn't just look creepy or feature monsters and Halloween. Nah sometimes...you have a legit animated horror on your hands. I love those sometimes!
Ratings/Content Warning stuff:
An eccentric girl finds a hidden world in her house where her family and neighbors shower her with love and attention.
A 2000s-era ode to the 80s as three kids discover the house across the street is a literal monster.
A classic Scooby Doo adventure where Mystery Inc. comes across an unexpected threat that takes a turn for the supernatural.
The roster of universal-tier monsters battle Baron von Frankenstein's nephew for the rights to his newest creation.
A collection of Edgar Allan Poe's greatest works, narrated by veteran horror actors and each animated in a unique style of CGI.
A pop-idol musician has a mental break down as she's haunted by the manufactured image she has of herself as well as at least two real stalkers.
Two children try to escape their environmentally devastated island home with their friends, as well as the substance-abuse infested world of their parents that are trying (and failing) to cope.
When multiple cats in his neighborhood turn up dead, new-cat-on-the-block Francis discovers an entire conspiracy among his kind involving generational trauma and eugenic cults - with cats.
A grotesque battle for a doll's love takes place between the creatures who made her and the white mice who ordered her.
Unlikley student Spud and head cheerleader Cherri start the year as enemies and end as prom dates...and then skeletons seeking revenge after Cherri's boyfriend kills them.
A young man vows to kill the Gods of his world after they 'forced him to do a terrible thing', but discovers he's one part of a prophecy.
Another Horror anthology from France, focusing on fragments of stories taken right before or after disaster.
Presented as a propaganda film within a secluded commune in the Andes, 'The Wolf' tells the story of a girl named Maria who stole away from him in a house in the woods...
(a constantly updated list)
“A Good Man is Hard to Find” by Flannery O'Connor
“A Perfect Day for Bananafish” by J. D. Salinger
“Children of the Corn” by Stephen King
“Herbert West: Reanimator” by H. P. Lovecraft
“How to Get Back to the Forest” by Sofia Samatar
“One Ordinary Day, with Peanuts” by Shirley Jackson
“Premium Harmony” by Stephen King
“Signs and Symbols” by Vladimir Nabokov
“The Body Snatcher” by Robert Louis Stevenson
“The Boogeyman” by Stephen King
“The Call of Cthulhu” by H. P. Lovecraft
“The Cask of Amontillado” by Edgar Allan Poe
“The Cathedral” by Raymond Carver
“The Door in the Wall” by H. G. Wells
“The Fall of the House of Usher” by Edgar Allan Poe
“The Garden Party” by Katherine Mansfield
“The Human Chair” by Edogawa Ranpo
“The Haunter of the Dark” by H. P. Lovecraft
“The Landlady” by Roald Dahl
“The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson
“The Masque of the Red Death” by Edgar Allan Poe
“The Metamorphosis” by Franz Kafka
“The Most Dangerous Game” by Richard Connell
“The Necklace” by Guy de Maupassant
“The New Dress” by Virginia Woolf
“The Pedestrian” by Ray Bradbury
“The Possibility of Evil” by Shirley Jackson
“The Scarlet Ibis” by James Hurst
“The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin
“The Summer People” by Shirley Jackson
“The Tell-Tale Heart” by Edgar Allan Poe
“The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
I’m addictive..
Because I possess a pure heart
And a dirty… filthy mind
Dreaming of someone choking me right now, there doesn’t even need to be anything sexual added in I think I might just cum just by that. That first few seconds of complete bliss that makes your cunt drench and ache, until quickly getting replaced by an overwhelming fear of “fuck.. he’s not letting go” and you signal for him to stop, dig your nails into his forearm while tears run down your cheeks but he doesn’t flinch, his grip only tightens until you can feel the bruises start to form around your neck. That familiar black circle closes in on you, and the fear that fueled you now replaced with an almost high, numb feeling..
You’d wake up still numb and disoriented, only the pain between your thighs a reminder of what he did to your poor, fragile body while you were unconscious.
Do you guys cleanse your face once or twice a day?
I read books when I needed a break from reality and I’m not sure when these breaks slowly become the beginning of my obsession with the concept of escapism. The mere fact that I’d rather live a thousand different lives and meet a thousand different people and live through a thousand different scenarios- to feel the pain and grief and anger and love of fictional characters simply because I can’t handle the idea that I too ,am supposed to face these feelings in the mundane world I live in . It’s suffocating. It’s something I can’t comprehend. I’m never fully present- half my mind and all my heart lay grotesquely in between the pages of my books
Personally I do it once
