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Are you upset that Nosferatu (2024) isn’t gay enough? Read the book. Read Dracula by Bram Stoker. There’s also shovels involved.

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nosferatu (2024) is so fucking funny. they did this joke twice

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And a Nazi is allow to walk around in the light of day controlling our government. The Devil is truly a rich man in a nice suit.

Adjusting things in prison.

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Couldn’t write a book so I started DMing… people can write my stories for me and orally 💅💅💅

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Actually going to start reading a story because if I can’t do anything else, I’ll write my emotions on the page. Hopefully people will listen.

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The Boondocks S02E14 "The Hunger Strike"

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Wanna write a book so bad but procrastinating and smash my head against a keyboard is only getting me: ajcnnhebskksn

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About this Blog:

This point blog is… unclear at this given moment but it’s a place where I can come to understand the fog of my life.

I wouldn’t call myself depressed… more bored from an over active imagination and living a mundane life. This isn’t to say I don’t love the life I lead. It’s full of art and small wonders I enjoy.

No, this blog is where I type when I am alone but not lonely. When I alone though, I do look in and see monsters I wish to befriend and wounds I wish to dig deeper into.

I don’t except others to ever read this blog. I don’t write here for praise or group discussions. It’s more of a diary that I write in infrequently. I’ve recently quit therapy, though, and wish to keep my sanity in healthy ways.

And if that’s by writing my woes into the dark abyss of the internet… then I welcome the void :)



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Off therapy! You know what that means???

More sad post on this blog :)

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**•** Wasn’t able to finish this one but whateverrrrr **•**

May 2nd 2024 Writing:

Early morning dew caught on Cricket’s coat as the hound trailed through the field path. Three other hound dogs whisked around her, their tails wagging with excitement of today’s hunt. The owner of all the beagles, a older, shorter gentleman, marched in front of the dogs, keeping an even pace for them.

Cricket even at her young age of 10 months knew not to pass by him. Dogs may prance and yap with the pack, but to run pass is to batted with the butt of owner’s rifle stock. But Cricket was a good dog. She would never do that.

The pack arrived at the edge of woods and the owner stomped to a halt. Dogs eagerly whined and yipped behind the the old man. He commanded them to start. Cricket and the others launched in the forest. Noses down and tails high, they trailed through the forest. The owner now trailed behind the pack, keeping distance to see every dog.

The sun climbed over the trees and several raccoons have been treed and collected by the owner. Cricket’s ears drooped as she searched out more scents. She wanted to make sure her owner had a good hunt for she was a good dog.

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"Fairytales don't tell children, that dragons exist.

Children already know, that dragons exist.

Fairytales tell children, that dragons can be killed."

G.K. Chesterton.

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Ideas of fatal character flaws? :3

Hi :)

Fatal character flaws

Aristotle calls this ‘Hamartia’ - a tragic flaw or error. It can be anything happening to good or bad characters, even otherwise good character traits and with good intentions that ultimately lead to the character’s demise. They are often traits that don’t neccessarily lead to someone’s downfall, but can if they’re done to an extreme. So think of these otherwise normal ‘flaws’ as extremes.

ignorance - not seeking helpful knowledge

selfishness - not thinking about others

curiosity - getting involved in things they shouldn’t get involved in

impetuousness - being too passionate/ not thinking before acting

pride - not giving in/ not taking help from others 

hubris - exaggerated opinion of oneself/ thinking nothing can get to them

lack of self-control - can’t help/stop themself

indecisiveness* - not being able to make decisions

confirmation bias - only taking in information that supports one’s own belief 

arrogance -  thinking they are superior

Have fun!

- Jana

*Interesting example: Chidi from The Good Place. A morally great character who is so extreme in always trying to make the right choice and therefore not being able to make a decision until it is proven to be right, it basically lands him in hell.

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*•+•* I know it’s April 30th but I got excited. Little to no editing on this one *•+•*

MAY 1st Writing:

The security lights of the gas station hummed as Jason walked out into the Tennessee summer night. Crickets droned in the humid air and the heat waved off the concert of another Southern America heat wave. Jason lazily strolled to his pick-up, fiddling with a freshly bought Marlboro box, zippo lighter and tall boy stuck in the crook of his arm.

With a flick of the zippo, the cigarette dangling from his lip lit up and natural light bursted in the fluorescent environment. Jason stuck the cigarettes and zippo in his back pocket, got to the other side of his truck, popped up the gas tank and began filling it up with gas. He cracked his tall boy open and drank while the tank filled.

He dreamily stared across the road at the grove of oaks and pines. Fields growing soybeans squished the side of the trees, suffocating them slowly. The humid air sat heavy on the trees, drooping their leaves and sagging their branches. A slight wind grazed through the night, giving every creature some relief.

Jason breathed in the needed wind. A car flew by and an animal stood on the other side of the road at the edge of the grove. The man squinted at the sudden appearance of the animal. As a hunter, he was surprised he couldn’t identify the animal. The fluorescent security lights should help him see it clearly, but it was observing out of the reach. The mass stared at Jason back objectively, and the man still couldn’t figure out the furry animal.

He assumed a coyote by the body shape and furry texture. It seemed too large to be coyote, though being that the eyes were at the same height as a deer. Then it could be a cougar, and with that thought, Jason rested his hand on his handgun attached to his belt. Been rumors of cougars being reintroduced in this area of Tennessee and there’s been remarks of alleged sightings of the big cats. He couldn’t be too sure though, cougars aren’t known to be that big.

Nocturnal eyes watched him closely from across the street. Jason continued to analyze the creature. The animal blinked suddenly and its eyes grew up the tree branches, doubling its apparent height. Jason gasped in horror as the eyes did it again and again and again while staring at him. Soon, the eyes rested on the top scraggly branches of the pines. His blood rushed to his limbs. The gas pump clicked off and he quickly turned away to retrieve the pump from his truck. His ears roared when the crickets stopped singing. Silence hung on the damp air. Jason turned back to his detriment.

What he saw in the fluorescent light was a creature without human understanding. Great many limbs dripped in rotting black fur and claws for hands. Its head turned cock eyed, great glowing eyes staring at the man, its skin too tight around its own skull. Teeth gleamed in the light down its throat and chest. The creature muttered a call and the man fell to his knees.

Jason cried at the magnificent terror of the creature, ready to be consumed by its mass. Its gruesome neck began to expand across state route 79, vertebrate crunching and growing. Limbs creeped in and out of view of the lights. It called to the man again and he sobbed.

A truck beamed by on southbound lanes, high beams blinding its path. The crickets chirped and wind danced through the Tennessee summer night. The gas pump clicked off and Jason dropped his tall boy to the ground. He was crying for some reason and he glanced across the road, into the grove. He quickly turned away to retrieve the pump from his truck. The creature called and Jason lost his breath.

Teeth brushed his back and ripped his flesh. A sob quickly turned into silence. Silence turned into security lights humming in the Tennessee summer night.

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Something for my sad poem brain to do

May Writing Challenge

This May I want to get back into writing. I’m not at all consistent. I’m at a point where I don’t feel like I can work on bigger things, because I can’t guarantee myself to keep working on it in a week from now. So I will take this month as a training month to get back into the habit of writing. I will do this by writing (or trying to write) 200 words every day. Topic is irrelevant. How great my writing is that day is irrelevant. Just 200 words written down. A habit taking 21 days to form was debunked, it does take a lot longer, but 31 days are a start I would say. These are already 140 words, so 200 words every day are hopefully manageable. You're more than welcome to join me if you like 😊