i do not believe in existence after death, never have.
one day, my body will give out and my brain will grow silent, and then i will be gone. it's good, simply ceasing to exist.
my atoms will continue to wander around the universe, matter cannot be destroyed, only created.
when the sun goes supernova millions of years from now, maybe they will be flung into empty spaces and help build a new star, a new planet, form new life.
maybe there will be peace.
i do not believe in any kind of afterlife, and yet i cannot help but find myself hoping for one nevertheless.
but not for me.
for him.
i hope his rotten soul will get dragged out of his rotting body by jagged claws and ripping teeth. i hope they will make him burn until the end of time itself. i hope he will be conscious, helpless, frozen as he lives and relives all the pain he put me through.
i hope he screams. i hope he never stops screaming.
i want to stand over his grave and feel not just relief but satisfaction.
cruel, rotten in life and death.
i hope he dies in agony. i hope it is horribly gruesome. i hope i will see him right before he takes his last breath so i can break his spirit with my words, so i can break him like he broke me.
i do not believe in hell, but i hope the universe will build one just for him in my name.
there will be its own kind of peace in that.
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yesterday while buying my mom's birthday gift i also snagged her mother's day present. all my life i railed against the adults in my family who did this. "how can you buy it so far in advance? won't you lose it or forget about it? what if you find a better gift later? isn't the excitement unbearable?" i am so devastated to report that i no longer give a fuck. i now finally understand this one single thing about my family; worse, i have BECOME them. the sheer relief of KNOWING my ass will not be running around in may trying to think up and budget for a gift beats all of my previous concerns. i am so at peace this morning. i don't have to buy another gift for that woman until next december.
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*Neither Christian nor pagan. For the purposes of the question, “religious” does not refer to level of belief/observance but rather to identifying as a member of a faith as opposed to non-religious.
Personally I’m Jewish (though mainly secular and more-or-less agnostic) and consider it a secular holiday.
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The funny part of naming your character in a game after another character fjsjdk
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The Shining is the first horror movie I’ve looked up content for on tumblr and found something besides “killer x reader” fanfic
And Jack Torrance is so far from the least fuckable antagonist so what gives 😭😭 It’s so strange
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Ah yes, A Christmas Carol… nothing like forcing rich dudes to redistribute wealth by threatening death upon them
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there's a 90% chance i will spend the next five days crying and i'm already way too exhausted for that but go figure.
still, better than going to my mother's house and pretending that me and my sister aren't deeply fucked up and traumatized and that it's half her fault while never acknowledging that she married an abusive piece of shit.
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winter, especially chr*stmas season, does absolutely fucking suck, but it has a few redeeming qualities:
snow
less bugs
fireworks! (to be fair, u can also get these in summer)
i like it when they burn that goat
unfortunately for me, so far this winter has had NO snow, lots of bugs, and fireworks are looking less and less likely as well because of $$$. what i'm saying is they better down that motherfucking goat. getting eaten by birds is not good enough.
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