It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them – and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on – this desperate need – and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other. — Madeleine L’Engle

Okay, but can I just talk about how much I love the Charming/Swan/Jones clan (as well as Granny and most of the rest of the town as far as I can tell)?  This dirigible full of absolute strangers–who could be anyone, out for anything–crash into their town, and after doing a preliminary check to make sure they’re not all out to destroy SB, they immediately set up Granny’s as a kind of welcome center–where they give the newcomers food and blankets and whatever they’ll need to set up camp and fit into their new strange land.

Town goals.

anonymous asked:

i have no idea how to feel abt the demos and stuff? some parts are giving me serious feelings and the rest is sort of 'gerard what the fuck are you doing'. i love that we have further proof of just how extra he is/was but some of it is just..... Somethin Else. the whole thing kind of makes me feel weird?? like this stuff was just really never meant to be heard and it's sort of violating some unspoken artist/fan contract. idk, i have not had enough time to process all of this sorry

the weirdest part of all this to me is how much of mcr’s catalogue is now demos/conventional weapons/bonus material. it’s really strange that so much of what we have to listen to from them isn’t the stuff they originally planned to put out.

if it’s any consolation i don’t think we’re violating anything since they all agreed to put them out, but i agree that it’s a weird snapshot of a time long past

Concept: an otome dating sim where the player character is a bizarre Lovecraftian monstrosity - except none of the boys notice, and they all treat you like you’re a perfectly ordinary teenage girl.

All of your dialogue options are incomprehensible hissing and gurgling, or cryptic gestures with unearthly appendages; you’re never 100% certain what - if anything - you’re communicating, though the boys seem to understand you.

Rather than “Athletics” or “Charm”, your stats have strange names like “Viscosity”, “Amplitude” and “Bulk”. Figuring out what they actually do is as much as part of the challenge as figuring out how to raise them.

At the end of the game, you devour whichever boy you have the strongest bond with whole; this act of consumption determines the final form you evolve into, as well as the nature of the resulting global apocalypse.

Warsan Shire Quotes for the Signs
  • Aries:"You tried to change, didn’t you?
  • Closed your mouth more,
  • tried to be softer, prettier,
  • less volatile, less awake."
  • Taurus:"You can’t make homes out of human beings
  • someone should have already told you that."
  • Gemini:"You are terrifying
  • and strange and beautiful
  • something not everyone knows how to love."
  • Cancer:"To love and lose and still be kind."
  • Leo:"Come with all your shame, come with your swollen heart, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you."
  • Virgo:"I need someone who knows how to stay."
  • Libra:"Two people who were once very close can without blame or grand betrayal become strangers. Perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world."
  • Scorpio:"You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole."
  • Sagittarius:"You are a horse running alone
  • and he tries to tame you."
  • Capricorn:"I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself."
  • Aquarius:"I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel."
  • Pisces:"But sometimes your light attracts moths and your warmth attracts parasites. Protect your space and energy."
April 3, 2008: Visible World, Richard Siken

Visible World
Richard Siken

    Sunlight pouring across your skin, your shadow
                                                            flat on the wall.
        The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.

You had not expected this,
               the bedroom gone white, the astronomical light
                                               pummeling you in a stream of fists.
    You raised your hand to your face as if

               to hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the light
streamed straight to the bone,
    as if you were the small room closed in glass
                                         with every speck of dust illuminated.

    The light is no mystery,
the mystery is that there is something to keep the light
                                                           from passing through.


[Richard Siken won the Yale Series of Younger Poets award in 2004 for his fantastic book Crush, which I highly recommend.  It’s a book that tends to the cinematic, desperate and obsessive and powerful, but there are these tiny moments of grace, of calm, like this poem, or Meanwhile.  I like the simplicity of this, how he takes the most basic concept (“how strange it is to be anything at all,” to quote Neutral Milk Hotel) and makes it so tangible. Plus that third line just kills me.]

More like this:
Scheherezade, Richard Siken
Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken
Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out, Richard Siken

A year ago today:Anywhere Else, Maggie Dietz
Two years ago: After Work, Richard Jones
Three years ago: The Sheep-Child, James Dickey