Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.

gothic horror is when there's a location. cosmic horror is when there's an unauthorized fucking Thing. folk horror is when you're outside.

me seeing a take i disagree with and piously allowing it to pass (mostly) unremarked upon: I'm sort of like a modern day saint

you cannot save me!! i am unsaveable!!! i have never been saved!!!!!!!!

Bet it feels good as fuckkk to rest your hand on the pommel of your sword when the newcomer steps a little too close to your lord who you’ve sworn to protect with your life

"Just because I'm right, doesn't mean I'm being helpful" is a vastly underrated thought process that I strongly encourage others to get comfortable with

baby dragons whose scales are much more shiny and iridescent in order to hide in their parents' hoards

absolutely excellent top-notch thought here, but now you've got me wondering what's trying to eat them

Perhaps the shininess also makes them more endearing to adult dragons, increasing the likelihood of adoption if something happens to mama.

maybe dragons collect hoards to camouflage their babies

"you look lonely," god tells you in the garden, near the tigirs. "lonely?" you question. the referent here feels new. "lonely," you try it out on the lips then, "you're here, though." god's in the euphrates, now, to his knees. he's got mango in a basket, fronds of hosta in his midnight hair, like tinsel. "yes, i'm here," he replies listlessly. then he's touching your ribs, not gentle nor thick. "you're lonely nonetheless," he goes on, his eyes constellation dark. you're wincing now

I feel a sliver of sun on my skin and get the urge to tell anyone and everyone that I love them

daily affirmation i do NOT have a secret disgusting evil hidden within me that will some day make its way out