My Path Was Called “The Splinter”. For Every Ounce Of Truth I Found, Ten Ounces Of Reason Were Lost.

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

HE'S SO CUTE!!!11!!1!11 😩😩😩😩 /shows everyone a rotting corpse

This is by far the most aesthetic picture I’ve ever taken. No it’s not edited in any way

Vintage Handbags modified with crochet “mold” by Elin Thomas

people who don't experience hyperfixation don't know what it feels like to hyperfixate so much on something that it becomes not only your subject of obsession but also your source of happiness and literally the main reason why you still keep going; literal source of strength and life.

shoutout to my favorite fictional characters, favorite people, favorite ships, favorite movies, favorite tv shows, fanfics and archive of our own

11.03.25 Bridged cliff houses.

Fake Angel by Kevan Goy

What’s your most deranged opinion on cereal, this important scientific inquiry

Oh wow, I didn't expect that question 🤣 I actually can't even remember the last time I had cereal tbh. Is that considered deranged enough?

ever since i was a child ive known that i wanted to, someday, be the mutilated corpse on a nature trail that ruins a hikers week

And thus ended the arcana era. Now the horror comic era begins.