Do you think i’m spooky?

genuinely agonizing that i cannot experience every single moment of time from every possible perspective ever. i want to understand

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

"how are you going to complain that other people don't like fictional women when you literally like fictional men" is one of those extremely revealing bad rebuttals, because it shows that people genuinely can't even consider liking women enough to bring it into proportion with the amount they like men. they have to imagine disengaging with male characters almost entirely as a prerequisite for actually caring about female characters' interiority. i think that doesn't do a whole lot to help you dodge the misogyny allegations you're trying so hard to dodge personally.

settings > wound > my wound > reopen

men really be like “well this woman has studied this subject her whole life, and i am a man, so we have equal knowledge on this”

it’s ok you could have just said “i hate men”

okay, i hate men

can we frot i mean play our guitars facing each other

holy shit she just ripped out his fucking heart