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starting to think i’m unfit for human relationships all together. laugh out loud

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call me a freak but i think romanticised cannibalism is so fucking cool. art peaked when we started using eating each other as a metaphor for love. anyway don’t kill people

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and the watcher drinks it all in

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a kafka quote that kept me awake at night

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Happy Halloween 🧡 here’s some werewolves having a monster mash

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Traveller's Guide for The Hiking Trails

Make sure to bring a flashlight with you! The Sun will set within an hour of your arrival and it can be dangerous at night. Do not think that anything will protect you from the natural wildlife. They know you're coming.

Follow the trail, it will not betray you. The trees here are trained to decieve you. They know this is the only way to ensure their safety.

Try not to step in the fairy rings, you do not want to announce your presence.

Do not look at the water. Do not get close to the water. Do not listen to its call. Before you notice, you will have become part of the forest and there will be no turning back. Do not look at the water.

The call in the distance was just a wolf, I'm sure.

Keep your eyes on the trail ahead of you. Keep a steady pace, this will deter the roots from embedding into your ankles. You don't want to meet their guardian.

Breathe deeply, the air here is old. Primal. It is good for you.

When you smell the smoke, it is time to turn back. Get too close and they will find you. Their kind don't take well to trespassers.

Bring a compass, the stars dare not shine over this place. You'll need it to get home.

If the darkness begins to thicken and become heavy, you would do best to run. You're being followed, and not even your flashlight will be able to penatrate those shadows. Try dropping your jacket as a distraction.

Do not fall. Remember 600,000 people "disappear" in the woods each year.

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Gleipnir (detail) by Walton Ford

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i smell blood

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i hate the fact that when people leave me they just move on and forget about me but i’m stuck here constantly thinking about them and i can’t get over that they’ve left me

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sorry i'm so attached. i don't know how to let go.

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had a dream last night that we were together. I wish I could stay asleep (like this) forever.

you held me close, and for a second when I woke up, I thought it was a memory. man did that hurt when I came to.

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the feminine urge to release a gut-wrenching scream from the depths of your soul

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Excerpts from the Exeter Book:

“The Seafarer”

“The Wife’s Lament”

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