the eighth stricture

big fan of a character seeking comfort in the arms of the thing that’s going to kill them. and i am psycologicalily normal too.

The time period shown in Pathologic is so beautiful. Ah, I miss those good old days when the average normal family was a bipolar time traveler with drugs who wanted to shoot death, his giant husband who lives in a factory with someone else's kidneys in his pocket mixed with lemon, coffee, and the fish he eats, their plague sister who could kill people with her bare hands, their daughter with autism and the ability to speak to the earth, and two sons: a little thief who will become a doctor and a talking bull.

the urge to write never leaves but the motivation to do so is a lover lost at war