part of a complete breakfast

my fave bit of black dog folklore is that in some folklore there is a belief that the first person buried in a cemetery stays there and doesn’t cross over and helps other spirits move on and protects them from evil spirits, now naturally people want to avoid this fate for their loved ones and themselves so they would sometimes bury a dog first and it would return in the shape of a big black dog and protect the newly dead from evil spirits and occasionally the living as well

mutuals do this to me

Can’t believe Bram Stoker once sent a 2000-word fan letter to Walt Whitman which included his exact height, weight and how much he loved his poems and wanted to be friends with him, and that Whitman wrote back saying he liked his letter and hoped they could meet some day, how cute is that

death incarnate: shows himself to be a black cat, ominous and dreadful

I hope this post was something actually coherent bc all this hellsite would load was: 

me: say it— i need to hear those three words

Watching movies with platonic friends: draped over each other, occasional affectionate forhead kisses, hand-holding, sniping popcorn from each other, boisterous and over-comfortable

I see a car 20 feet away think its gonna hit me and kill me so i panic and run infront of it