So this scene in Cloud Castle exists
I love how Will’s answer for “why aren’t you seeing your nightmares in this place specifically designed to show you your nightmares” is “I go to therapy”
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Child wakes up whimpering and going “NO!”
We rush in, ask what’s wrong, try to comfort her and calm her down. She bowls past us for the door.
“I know where all the flies are coming from! I have to get out of this room!”
Took us a good half hour of searching her room while she watched covering her ears and sniffling to get her back in the room at all.
Apparently the nightmares are still happening. :’( From what we could piece together through the sleep-grogginess and crying, this one involved hordes of big hairy flies gushing out of her pillow and mattress and flying into her ears to buzz in her brain.
Methinks it’s time to take her therapist up on the Emotional Support Animal thing....
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why am i so plagued with nightmares. i watched a man open his mouth wide in sheer terror and then he turned grey and crumbled into ash. i watched his fractured trembling organs dissolve as his skin disappeared. like, is there,, is there a significance,,,
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i’ve made the executive judgement call that since consuming media i feel strongly about causes me issues with reality (like i start believing in shit or i get hyper paranoid etc) the natural conclusion is that i will assign all my favorite characters those exact problems. you fuck me up emotionally well babygirl now we’re hand in psychotic hand
anyway that’s just my thoughts for the day GOODNIGHT ALL!!! <333
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i need money for therapy and its going to be 2 weeks worth this week because i wasnt sent money last week for it and i still didnt have a job and i am not starting my job until next week but i also really need money for this fucking framing and also other convention stuff that is pretty much in a week but i found an easy solution but it still costs money and i need to order it soon bc i need it by early next week and i need those stupid fucking plastic things so i can sell my prints without worry and business cards and so many fucking things but holy shit dude i am so stressed out because i hate asking for money from my dad even though he said hed help and i can just pay him back with con funds and head in hands. scream. what the fuck am i doing. im freaking the fuck out dude.
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