who killed her?

original image, illustrated by frank uppwall, for dorine b. clark’s gutter star (1954)

yeah just leave it on the table for me I’ll get some in a minute

failure anxiety really is psychological torture

you can’t bring yourself to start any task because of the possibility that you’ll fail to produce anything of value and end up not only having to confront the fact that you were never capable of doing it, but that you wasted time and energy trying. but every second you don’t spend working on it your brain is screaming at you that you’re losing valuable time and only increasing the probability of failure.

and every success you’ve had in the past does nothing to reduce your anxiety, and in fact only makes it worse, because you feel like you’ve given other people expectations of you that are impossible to meet, since as far as you’re concerned all your previous achievements are the result of chance and not your abilities and skills.

Ouch.

if i saw a ring of mushrooms in the forest i would step inside it actually

“you shouldn’t do that you’ll get trapped in the faerie realm” and? that’s the fae’s problem, not mine

oh no, the late-night urge to run away to the seclusion of the forest hut and live off berries and mushrooms and home-made liquor with a group of alluring and eerie wild-women is back