MORBID CURIOSITY.

bestie boo, let me fill you in on something: if you're going to take any part of 'good grammar' and randomly assign it to She's A Witch! AI, you might as well give up. It's over. You're cooked. Anyone who has spent the last decade or more learning to type properly, anyone who has spent any time writing articles/papers/essays that require you to use 'good grammar' is going to fall into that 'oh no it might be AI' trap.

Sylvia Plath, aged 30, in a letter to Charles Osborne, 6 months after discovering her husband's infidelity, and their subsequent separation (dated Wednesday, 9 January 1963)

here are all my horror lists in one place to make it easier to find! enjoy!

sub-genres

action horror

analog horror

animal horror

animated horror

anthology horror

aquatic horror

apocalyptic horror

backwoods horror

bubblegum horror

campy horror

cannibal horror

children’s horror

comedy horror

coming-of-age horror

corporate/work place horror

cult horror

dance horror

dark comedy horror

daylight horror

death games

domestic horror

ecological horror

erotic horror

experimental horror

fairytale horror

fantasy horror

folk horror

found footage horror

giallo horror

gothic horror

grief horror

historical horror

holiday horror

home invasion horror

house horror

indie horror

isolation horror

insect horror

lgbtqia+ horror

lovecraftian/cosmic horror

medical horror

meta horror

monster horror

musical horror

mystery horror

mythological horror

neo-monster horror

new french extremity horror

paranormal horror

political horror

psychedelic horror

psychological horror

religious horror

revenge horror

romantic horror

dramatic horror

science fiction horror

slasher

southern gothic horror

splatter/body horror

survival horror

techno-horror

vampire horror

virus horror

werewolf horror

western horror

witch horror

zombie horror

horror plots/settings

road trip horror

summer camp horror

cave horror

doll horror

cinema horror

cabin horror

clown horror

plot devices

storm horror

from a child’s perspective

final girl/guy (this is slasher horror trope)

last guy/girl (this is different than final girl/guy)

reality-bending horror

slow burn horror

foreign horror or non-american horror

african horror

spanish horror

middle eastern horror

korean horror

japanese horror

british horror

german horror

indian horror

thai horror

irish horror

scottish horror

slavic horror (kinda combined a bunch of countries for this)

chinese horror

french horror

australian horror

canadian horror

decades

silent era

30s horror

40s horror

50s horror

60s horror

70s horror

80s horror

90s horror

2000s horror

2010s horror

2020s horror

companies/services

blumhouse horror

a24 horror

ghosthouse horror

shudder horror

other lists

horror literature to movies

techno-color horror movies

video game to horror movie adaption

video nasties

female directed horror

my 130 favorite horror movies

horror movies critics hated because they’re stupid

horror remakes/sequels that weren’t bad

female villains in horror

horror movies so bad they’re good

non-horror movies that feel like horror movies

directors + their favorite horror movies + directors in the notes

tumblr’s favorite horror movie (based off my poll)

horror movie plot twists

cult classic horror movies

essential underrated horror films

worst horror movie husbands

religious horror that isn’t christianity 

black horror movies

the sun tastes different in every place; all you have is the dust, a car, your partner in crime, your freedom, and a heart hungry for adventure.

laying in the garden under the bright warm sun, lingering memories of a past summer love, eyes closed and slowly drifting off to sleep.

a chilly autumn day, you’re all cozied up in your bedroom with a warm drink to fight the common cold.

old buildings and even older books, you stay true to the classics by raising hell with your friends while wearing plaid and a black turtleneck. you’ll probably take part in bacchanalia at some point. (a dark academia playlist)

southern america is not all corn fields and heavy sun ; it’s also dust storms and the uneasy feeling that everything won’t turn out okay. the great depression is taking everything from you and you have to fight teeth and nail to survive in this cruel world. (a southern gothic playlist heavily influenced by the grapes of wrath)

a collection of piano pieces to relax/study to.

somewhere in england in the eighties, you’re a dispirited teen trying to find meaning to your life while being the witness of the disintegration of working class culture. you hate thatcher, and you are gay. 

that feeling when you’re hanging out with friends. the hangout is ending soon. that weird sad feeling.

you’re a roman emperor happily preparing to stab your rival in the back. (a contemporary take)

dramatically staring into the night while your washing machine is beeping at you.

a still autumn morning, pale sunlight casting a colourless light over the landscape. a pot of coffee babbling sleepily in its corner in the kitchen and you turn on your radio to start the day.

songs that give you the same feeling that achilles come down by gang of youths gives you

late summer evening at a theme park with your best friend

two old men living in a stone cottage that sits on the coast, having grown old together

it’s halloween night in a suburban town, and you’re the local emo kid (collab with @weltonpoets)

drafting a love letter and being very angry about it

thrifted clothes, stolen jewelry, signet ring with a stranger’s initials, ink stains on my fingers, lying about my family, chapped lips, smudged notes (involving lots of instrumentals because how can you sing when your heart is sworn to secrecy?)

tentative first steps towards falling in love while the world burns around you

writing your manifesto and watching the world burn outside

it’s raining and you’re sitting on a dock and watching the droplets fall in the water and you can’t help but feel numb but bursting with longing at the same time, your phone is buzzing with texts and setting notifications and you feel so alone but so numb and distant