i ♥ burnt coffee

sometimes i have strong opinions but they're also so inane that halfway through writing a post i'll be like "yeah, this is Absolutely not worth the energy it's taking" and delete everything. but then the opinion is still in my head. and i still want to share it. so within five minutes i go "you know, i bet i can phrase it more succinctly this time" and anyway. you all see where this is going. sometimes i do this four times in a row before i give up on the specific inane opinion and instead write a vague post about the concept of opinions as if that'll satisfy the urge to post the entirety of my inner monologue online. may or may not be relevant to what you're reading right now. and now all our lives have been enriched. you're welcome

the thing is... we did heart it

she used to hang out with the group a lot but pulled away for a while due to a family tragedy and she swore off ghost hunting because she felt like she lost sight of what was important. but her stupid little brother convinces her to come on this trip because they talked about chasing after this legend for years and now they finally have an opportunity. she knows they probably do need her so she goes along anyway and it’s fun at first! it’s been a while since everyone hung out together and it feels like no time has passed at all. until then they get to the abandoned cabin. something is off. and to make matters worse someone finds a strange leather bound book in the basement. she keeps telling them not to read it, let alone touch it. she knows what she’s talking about. something here is off. this feels bigger than any of them, and it’s no surprise when someone starts complaining about feeling watched. feeling strange. maybe she shouldn’t have agreed to coming at all.