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beware the ides of march
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“Black Shuck, a ghostly black dog often seen as an omen of death or bringer of bad luck.”
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i’m obsessed with this
and then, two months later....
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Ah, a life saving murder.
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i love you horror podcasts i love you weird little towns i love you unsettling deer i love you queer protagonists i love you eye motifs i love you trauma bonded found family i love you monsters as a metaphor for otherness i love you hope in the face of terror
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Welcome to Night Vale
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Small Independent Deer Does Its Errands
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I bet octopuses think bones are horrific. I bet all their cosmic horror stories involve rigid-limbs and hinged joints.
To an octopus, a human is like a thinking being with blood-stained coral growing inside it.
I need to sit down and breathe into a bag for a while.
Its parts were obscenely limited in their movement. Each hinge could open or close only a small amount before reaching its limit, yet by working in concert they demonstrated unexpected dexterity, moving and manipulating the objects before it with cunning equal to my own. It was more torso than limb, as though a seal had been stretched and warped, given long grasping tentacles filled with bones like bars of coral. It’s head was most horrid of all, flat and ovoid, jutting out too small from the trunk as though it belonged to a beast half its size.
The thing rose upon its lowermost appendages, two long trunks that ended in flat, protruding flippers that branched into stubby, grasping mockeries of a sucker. It’s triple-hinged uppermost limbs were similar, but the ends branched into five smaller tentacles, each with three hinges of their own.
I froze, as the thing’s gaze fell upon me and it opened its hideous fish-jaw, filled with thick, many-shaped teeth like white shards of stone, and spoke in a shrill, discordant babble. I felt its horrid dry grip on my flesh, as those hinged appendages closed on me like the legs of a crab.
I felt the heat of its body, tasted its noxious, oily flesh through my touch, and prepared for the end, and all went black as a swoon overtook me.
I awoke, some time later, the cold and comforting water, banished back to the comfort of the sea and the dark. I should be grateful I am alive. I should cast aside the experience like a half-remembered dream.
I shall never again go swimming in search of lights above. The last thing I recall before the darkness took me was my right eye popping free of the thing’s grasp enough to see into the distance for one brief moment.
I saw thousands of lights.
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when god closes a door you reach your little paws under it and go mrrwwaaaooow mmreeaaow
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Musings from Anna Fusco
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From the book:
東京昭和十一年 / 桑原 甲子雄
* Kineo Kuwabara
Publisher: 晶文社 (1974)
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Winter on the Jersey Shore by aamith
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Naples Italy
Photo: Dieter Krehbiel
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Dr. Strangelove, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) Directed by Stanley Kubrick.