I lived such a sheltered childhood. I became a naïve adult but at least I knew I was naïve and there were so many things I didn't know. The issue was that I didn't know what I wanted to know first, finding out the harsh realities of life is so different from all the books and movies. After living independently for a while I found that I preferred reading about life or watching movies about life because descriptions of happiness or love were always more beautiful and fantastic than the real thing.
In life, when we fall in love we also fall into doubt and insecurity and jealousy and uncertainty about the future. While living in the uncertainty and hoping to end up with the person forever, we miss the little moments. We miss the defining memories. I have anxiety about events that I anticipate. Whenever I find myself wanting something so much I try, with all my might, to make the days go faster so I can have the thing I want so badly.
This means that so many of my best adventures have become a blur. So many of the moments I should have breathed in have become incomplete memories in my mind. But with books, with movies, we get to savor the moment. We get to live in it. We get to go back to the page or rewind to the scene we want to experience all over again. The descriptions of life, in books, are always given the correct words, words that don't come to us in the moment in real life.
In books, I can read about a love and a man who professes it and a woman who doesn't want it but quickly finds out she actually does. In real life, I have always held on too tightly to men. I have to tried to love them so much they can't turn me away. I have tried to make them feel so good about themselves they don't want to be away from me. And when they tell me they don't want me or they don't love me, I try to squeeze the love out of their hearts. I try to persuade them. I try to change. In books, it's so simple. The man falls in love before the girl even knows it and when he tells her, it's a magical surprise.
I prefer the simplicity, the honesty. No games, no confusion. Just two people standing in a street in a big city confessing their undying love for each other. When I finish the book, its words endure in my mind for years. I think about it and savor it and reread the pages to taste the story all over again so I don't have to think about real life and the very real moments happening to me.
like don’t you get it? by hunting ghosts you become a part of them. a presence that lingers. the memories you are making here right now is also what will survive of this place. it’s also what will haunt it.
COME SIT AND HEAR MY WORDSI PROMISE YOU WONT REGRET. INDEED YOU MIGHT LEARN.FOR I AM THE MASTER OF LIES AND THE TELLER OF TALES.SIT FOR A WHILE AND HEAR MY SPELLS.Why do wolves howl at the moon? This sound why does it seem filled with sorrow and gloom? It’s all because their ancestor once loved the moon. Loved and lost, spelling his doom. Long ago when the wold was still young, and the time of…
respost separated from the og post bc I really liked this silly little thing I made
And a little extra of my own
little binghe has a goal in this life and it only gets worse once he mets sqq, no one dares to threaten his position as sqq's future wife, he literally was born to be his spouse!!
idk how to say this without sounding really boomer-ey, but like, what happened to horror content for kids? maybe i’m using the word “horror” a little liberally but i remember when i was a kid there was SO much out there that existed solely for the purpose of scaring kids in a safe, fun, age-appropriate way. just off the top of my head there’s goosebumps, scary stories to tell in the dark, tales from the crypt (little before my time though), coraline, mirror mask, monster house, dark crystal (more incidentally scary but w/e), even courage the cowardly dog; all these really fantastic books and shows and movies that let kids explore being scared on their own terms.
now there’s idk, those new addams family movies? but those aren’t really scary.
i see people talking about the “kid-ification” of horror games and i can’t help but wonder if part of the reason kids latch onto that stuff so much now is because there’s nowhere else for them to experience healthy, safe fear. a little kid wants to get the thrill of being scared, but their parents won’t let them watch any actual horror movies, so they go on youtube and what do you know, there’s markiplier playing another cheap horror game set in a toy store or whatever, and now that kid’s fear quota is being met. (obviously there’s more to it than that, but it’s a theory i have)
this like, doesn’t really matter probably but idk, i feel bad that ~kids these days~ aren’t getting the experience of something scary made specifically for them with their genuine enjoyment in mind, rather than whatever the next fnaf ripoff is that just wants to sell them merch. being a kid and watching a well-made scary movie feels like you’re finally being taken seriously; you’re not being babied or coddled, you’re being trusted to face the skeksis and the other mother and the nebbercracker house and not back down. i wish people were still making media that respected kids that much.