Ever since last week when the very tall random dude having a mental health episode climbed onto the rooftop three times at 3am to keep trying to get inside our back door, my hypervigilant insomnia and paranoia have been fucking Excellent! We got top tier shit out here!!

Between that and having MY NAME spraypainted in dripping red letters onto our dumpster in the alleyway inexplicably I am just so glad I’m living in viral marketing for a slasher film. Not sure yet if the premise is supposed to be that some shit’s coming for me or if I’M supposed to be driven over the edge into a psychotic episode by this shit and decide to embrace my Scream-esque dissociative/delusional genre-savviness and murder the pizza man or something, but it’s going fucking great so far.

Oh AND the landlord told me the trapped child ghost has been harassing the business downstairs again even though they thought she’d passed on after they talked to the medium. Living the fucking DREAM out here in Hellmouth, Tennessee, and gripping at reality like a wet bar of fucking soap these days!

dianaprinceownsmyass:

I am a:
⭕ man
⭕️ woman
🔴 dante

Looking for a:
⭕️ man
⭕️ woman
🔴 virgil

Having been flung bodily back into my childhood Nelson phase by the tender hands of Patrick O’Brian, I’ve been looking at historical crap I haven’t seen since middle school and I’m slowly sinking into a mild crisis

nobodysflower:

here is your gentle reminder that there are dandelions growing through cracks in the sidewalk. there is a fence lizard on the porch who is growing a new tail. there are trees growing through an abandoned house, branches tearing through the ceiling, ferns carpeting the floor. there is life pushing forward, pushing through.