||TONIGHT IS FOR OUR GHOSTS||

Ok friendos.

I’ve been trying to make this blog fetch for about two years now, and I’ve had a lot of fun here during periods of time, but as a whole, Tumblr just hasn’t been fun for me in a long while.

This site is too gatekeepy in some aspects and there are some real problematic people who never really go away.

And truth be told, I’ve never been mega active here when Kat and Lauren aren’t on here and right now, neither are.

Top all of this off with the fact that I confirmed my ex is stalking me around the internet a couple days ago, I just don’t want to have a public space for him to come to.

If you want to set up discord servers (if we don’t already have one), please come talk to me! I’m happy to do that. I think I might honestly be pretty much done with writing anywhere but on discord as I move more into my 30′s. I’ve been on Tumblr since 2013, and I’m just exhausted trying to stay cool and hip and to ~fit in~. I’m too old to keep learning how to make graphics cool.

This post is a little longer, but anyway. My discord information is here for anyone who wants it and hasn’t added me yet. Just let me know who you are. Otherwise, thanks for the memories.

John Krasinski as Lee Abbott 

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴏ̨ᴜᴏᴛᴇs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ 𝐄𝟎𝟏 ᴏғ ɴᴇᴛғʟɪx’s 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫.    ᴛʜɪs ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ ɪs sᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ 1980’s, ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ, ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs, ᴛᴇɴsᴇs, ᴇᴛᴄ ᴛᴏ sᴜɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅs.    ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴsᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ ’____’ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪs ɪɴ.   ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 ᴏғ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs sᴇʀɪᴇs: ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ.         ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ.xx

         TW: repeated mentions of su*cide & death/grief, this is a dramatic heavy-topic series so please be aware.

“To truly love another person is to accept the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing them.”

“I’m a lot braver than people think. Including me.”

“Stop being weird, __name__!”

“We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. But now alone I lie, and weep beside the tree.”

“I’m not running from anything. It hurts me when you say that, you know it hurts me when you say that.”

“It’s so gorgeous here. I know I keep saying that, but I can’t think of another word.”

“We do get ramblers from time to time. People tryin’ to look at the gardens.”

“So.. whats the catch?”

“That’s a lovely song.”

“People are superstitious, especially in the country.”

“And… I understand death. I know what loss is.”

“I just couldn’t be at home anymore.”

“So now it’s a story. These small children in that huge house with their dead parents and now their dead governess.”

“And you’re even prettier than I imagined!”

“And to see her in the days leading up to it. So broken. So empty. She was gone long before she waded into that lake.”

“And then I saw the position was full time. Live in. And it clicked: they’ve lost someone.”

“But… there was a man. Which really is the only thing that can bring down a woman like that. All the worlds vices in disguise of its graces.”

“I just haven’t got much sleep lately.”

“It’s a talisman. A tiny game of hers to keep us all safe.”

“Well you can’t judge them. Not after what they’ve been through.”

“That’s enough bad luck for any two children to bear, but then to think… what came after.”

“This story isn’t mine, it belongs to someone I used to know.”

“The whole town is one big gravity well, and it’s easy to get stuck.”

“I’m sorry, goodness… I was miles away!”

“It is a great good place.”

“I’m afraid this wing of the house is closed.”

“He likes to wind me up.”

“You have to promise me that you won’t leave you room. Stay in your bed until morning.”

“She’ll see you. The lady…. the lady in the lake.”

“I have been, and remain, a very happy woman.”

“The little girl found her. And then the gardener found her. But… to hear her tell it… __deceased name__’s body in that water. Face down. And the little one - stone-still. Just - staring.”

“Silence, it never felt so terrible.”

“Just promise me… that when you’re keeping us all safe, you’ll keep yourself safe first.”

“This isn’t funny. Open the door! Now! — OPEN THE DOOR!!!”

“Mud? Were you… outside?”

“You really are, you know: perfectly splendid.”

𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 “i wish someone had told me i’d be doing this by myself” “can’t shake the feeling that i’m just bad at healing” “it’s so weird that we care so much until we don’t” “i’m getting better at admitting when i’m wrong”

𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 “don’t take it out on me” “i’m out of sympathy” “maybe you should leave before i get too mean” “you were easy on the eyes but looks can be deceiving” “you don’t deserve to feel so hurt”

𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒶 𝓃𝑜𝓋𝒶 “a lot can change in twenty seconds” “a lot can happen in the dark” “i’m not sentimental but there’s something about the way you look tonight” “you really make a strong impression”

𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 “can’t you hear me? i’m not coming home” “i’m in love with my future” “i know supposedly i’m lonely know” “i know i’m suppose to be unhappy without someone, but aren’t i someone?”

𝑜𝓍𝓎𝓉𝑜𝒸𝒾𝓃 “if you only pray on sunday, could you come my way on monday?” “what would people say if they listened through the wall?” “you should really run away” “i wanna do bad things to you” “i need you for the oxytocin”

𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 “don’t tell anyone what you are” “you better keep your head down” “they’re gonna tell you what you want to hear then disappear”

𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 “i wonder if you were aware that day was the last straw for me” “i sent you flowers, did you even care?” “thought you had your shit together but damn i was wrong” “you ain’t nothing but a lost cause” “I used to wish you were mine”

𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓎'𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉 “i don’t want to want you” “halley’s comet comes around more than i do” “you’re all it takes for me to break a promise” “i haven’t slept since sunday” “i was good at feeling nothing”

𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 “do you know me? really know me?” “you have opinions about my opinions” “some people hate what I wear” “but i feel you watching, always” “would you like me to be smaller, weaker?”

𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 “i don’t really even know how it happened” “you wanna kill me?” “stop being flirty, it’s kind of working” “did you really think this was the right thing to do?”

𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈 “everybody dies, surprise surprise” “I just wonder why’d you wanna stay” “i don’t want to cry, sometimes i do, but not about you.” “it’s alright to cry” “you are not alone”

𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 “I know we didn’t choose to change” “you might not wanna lose your power, but having it’s so strange” “how dare you?” “will you only feel bad if they find out?” “if you could take it all back, would you?”

𝒩𝒟𝒜 “you couldn’t save me but you can’t let me go” “i can barely go outside” “i think i hate it here” “maybe i should think about a new career”

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒾 𝒶𝓂 “i’m not your friend, or anything” “you think that you’re the man" “stop, what the hell are you talking about?” “get my pretty name out of your mouth” “don’t talk about me like how you might know how i feel” “top of the world, but your world isn’t real”

𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 “when i’m away from you i’m happier than ever” “you clearly weren’t aware that you made me miserable” “you scared me to death” “you made me hate this city” “you ruined everything good” “juct fucking leave me alone”

ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴏ̨ᴜᴏᴛᴇs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ 𝐄𝟎𝟑 ᴏғ ɴᴇᴛғʟɪx’s 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫. ᴛʜɪs ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ ɪs sᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ 1980’s, ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ, ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs, ᴛᴇɴsᴇs, ᴇᴛᴄ ᴛᴏ sᴜɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅs.    ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴsᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ ’____’ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪs ɪɴ.   ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 ᴏғ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs sᴇʀɪᴇs: ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ.       ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴄʟꞮᴄᴋ ʜᴇƦᴇ.XX

TW: repeated mentions of su*cide & death/grief, this is a dramatic heavy-topic series so please be aware.

“I have an inquiring mind. I ask questions of myself and of the world around me every day,”

“Lock your doors, lock your windows, and give us a call if you see him again.”

“If you’re gonna flirt with him right in front of me, why would I stay for that?”

“But I saw how he twisted himself into her. Burrowed in deep.”

“Thank you for the conversation. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a real one.”

“The wrong kind of love can fuck you up. Follow you. Make you do some really stupid shit.”

“Why am I here on this Earth? Why am I here in this job, or, uh… why am I here with you when I was meant to be back home an hour ago?“

“No one’s ever given me flowers before.”

“Let me show you just how beautiful you are.”

“I see you, __Name__. I see you.”

“Twice now they’ve snuck out in the middle of the night.”

“I’ll show you everything. You must see the statue garden.”

“Shot plenty of rats with it. More than happy to add __Name__ fucking __Surname__ to the tally.”

“Tell you what, sweetheart. You’re gonna spend the rest of the day in bed.”

“Ever find you in here again, in __Name’s__ things, ever again, so help me God, I will drag you out of this house by your bloody ear and throw you into that dirty lake! Do you understand me?”

“Yeah, well, we both had a disappointing evening, haven’t we?”

“You’re naive when you want to be. That’s good to know.”

“I’m persuasive when I need to be.”

“That is a very specific Bordeaux, and it would knock your knickers off, __Name__.”

“People do, don’t they? Mix up love and possession.”

“Let’s go, do you want hot chocolate?“

“Well, I’m not practically perfect, but I am… perfectly splendid.”

“Were you for or against me?”

“See… people are like locked rooms. They’ve all got different locks, and you’ve got to guess the shape of their key.”

“Why, hello there. What a gorgeous flower you are.”

“Oh, thank God. He’s awake. He’s awake!”

“I mean, their parents didn’t come home. That’s all. They don’t comprehend much beyond that.”

“Nonsense, __Name__. We both know you don’t make mistakes.”

“The place will burn down one of these days.”

“What on earth would possess him to show his face around here again?”

“One of us needs to be sober enough to take him on.”

“Well, I found these, and I thought flowers this beautiful deserve a beautiful woman.“

“I’m so glad… that you stayed.”

“I expect being precious about blouses won’t serve me well.”

“What have I gotten myself into, exactly?”

“Who the hell knew?”

“There’s not many stations that come in along this stretch, I’m afraid.”

“Well, I did a sweep, and I didn’t see anything.”