cw: ianthe tridentarius

skeletonin is the happiness chemical released when you see a ghoul or perhaps a ghost

Me n the girls sitting upon the shattered corpse of a false god

while kissing eachother

cosmic horror (god loves you too much and keeps resurrecting you)

Exploring the others body but in a distinctly body horror way

the concomitant takes that ‘children’s’/‘YA’ literature can be used as a rhetorical shorthand for ontologically and inherently 'bad,’ shallow, tedious, intellectually vacuous works & that we shouldn’t expect political complexity or political edge from works aimed at a younger audience work in tandem to create a sterile cultural landscape for young people and deride the suggestion that literature for children can & should be good (whatever 'good’ means).

obvious point about the political imaginaries of children’s literature as easy mechanisms for manufacturing consent for the internal logics of capitalist hegemony and the need for communists to be able to explain and tackle that process rather than shrugging our shoulders about it aside, all of this just seems to hearken back to the difficulty adults have seeing children as people who ought to have access to compelling, challenging, interesting literary works. it’s all well and good for the intellectually precocious among us to have come out the womb reading don quixote but i think it’s boring and unimaginative to write off a format that could well open up children (or adults) for whom classic lit (or even contemporary “adult” lit) is not yet accessible to the kinds of stories they might find engaging because nobody thinks alternative political imaginaries and ethical challenges are worth posing to anyone who can’t parse shakespeare yet.

the sea is the earth’s most haunted environment. the density of ghosts per square metre is unparalleled. every tide is a time machine. every whale song is a spirit box

lets all drill holes in our heads for more room for God

my girl wronged by the narrative, my girl haunting her own story, my girl dead in the first act, my girl the blank in between the lines, my girl the phantom of the past the apparition of the future

me and the wretched bitch i pulled by being the bringer of terror untold