i don’t trust people who hate on a female character but don’t say jack shit about the male writer who wrote her background, personality, motivation, and relationship with other characters

or people who shit on female character for being unpleasant and hard to get along with but baby the male character with the same personality because awww he’s so misunderstood and needs a hug~~~


I have a ‘to-read’ pile as massive as my existential crisis.




I hope all of you end up living in houses similar to the ones you built for your sims to live in






thinking about my future gives me a headache.


Night Burgers


the timid european ground squirrel, stopping to smell the daisies, photographed in vienna by julian rad, who explains, “you have to be at eye level with the squirrels. that means you have to lay on your stomach for quite a few hours in order to get them in front of your lens. you have to make yourself invisible. it is important that they have no indication you are there.” (see also: more precious lil woodland buddies)



We all know that feeling, vending machine

#i am also full of snacks and darkness



We all know that feeling, vending machine




u know yr fucked when someone is so fine u can’t even look at them directly u gotta glance at them out of the corner of your eye like yr lookin at the sun


too accurate







There’s a difference between me portraying the “mentally ill” as scary and harmful than portraying them as real people who went through tragic experiences. 

Is there anything wrong with learning about their life experiences? It helps people to understand their circumstances a lot better. It’s not a “pity party”. It’s spread awareness.  

Also you’re disregarding the fact that this isn’t just a horror blog I post science and much more too.

So stop using big words such as “albeism” to describe a cause that you clearly didn’t understand. 

so goddamn sick of people being overly judgey like this.

as someone said in the comments

 I don’t see why talking about this stuff has to be labelled “ableist” and forbidden, in order to be more tolerant?! You can’t just pretend everyone’s the same when they’re not and if you don’t get how someone is different to what you know, you should be able to enlighten yourself. People who don’t understand something are more likely to stare, laugh or be afraid of it. Understanding things is the key to acceptance.

^Huge round of applause for that

As a disabled person, I often find myself amused by the amount of ‘wow ableist pos’ comments or tags I see, because by definition, ableism is:

  • Disableism is where unequal treatment of  able bodied vs disabled person is promoted.
  • Ableism is more like me saying ‘Wow so I went out in my wheelchair and this shop hasn’t got any adaptation so I can enter’ or ‘People not making room for my chair/crutches on a bus’ or hell, even one comment a friend said to me once that I wasn’t disabled, just lazy (of course, dislocating bones constantly is clearly laziness, dammit - I had the cure all along! *snaps fingers - wait, thats a mistake…*)
  • Is @sixpenceee’s blog ableist? No. Not in the fucking slightest. She is someone that has stated on her PAGE HEADER that she doesn’t just post horror stuff, she LIKES science stuff, stories, real life issues. Extreme SJW who go out of their way to make issues out of imagined slights is just … kind of a stretch really. Pretty sad. 
Does it ever just absolutely baffle you how extremely resilient yet at the same time fragile, the human species is? It oftentimes baffles me. We can and do survive so much crap on a regular basis, those posts about people surviving through months or days of torture, people who have had all their limbs torn off, people who have been at the brink and yet made it. But then all it takes is a weakened artery, or a cell to reproduce rapidly and spread to other parts of the body, and poof. You're dead.


I love this


Dad said a man was coming from the city to photograph us tomorrow. I never had a photograph taken of me before. My parents had one, taken with James when he was a baby. Eliza and I weren’t born yet.

The picture sits over our mantle, embroidered in a gold frame….