A doom organ that just pulses all the time? Pulses dread, every day, obstinately? Like it thinks there’s a panther behind the curtain ready to maul you, but there’s no panther and it turns out there’s no curtain either? That’s what I wanted to stop...it’s still in me, that doom organ. He pointed again at his neck. It’s in my throat, throbbing all day every day. And recovery, friends, art—that shit just numbs it for a second.
— Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!: A Novel (Knopf, January 23, 2024)
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cant wait for the colder weather to wear my arm covers again so i can cut tf out of my wrists.
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also. amber gris as a character is really important to me as an appalachian.
not just her accent or the specific type of person justin based her off of but like
the feeling of losing someone to addiction/overdose while the government does nothing to help, just criminalizes and stigmatizes and makes things worse. which obviously happens in more places than just around here, but we have one of the highest rates of overdose death in the whole country and that whole set of scenes felt like they were really informed by growing up around that
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@devilsmenu || Event Starter for Anyone.
14 Shadows are cast on the ground, figures that loom large, but when characters look up there is nothing in sight that could cast the shadow. They seem to follow the characters as they progress. Be careful about passing through one.
"I am telling you, something is following me and it's not you. Something that shouldn't be here." Klaus told the other. "Maybe it's the ghosts? I used to take drugs to suppress them and now I'm sober, so they might be wanting to chat."
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when pete wentz wrote "I spent ten years, ten years in a bit of chemical haze and I miss the way that I felt nothing" and patrick stump sang it with his whole fobussy
and I could feel myself become mentally ill
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And she’s been through enough hellfire to be numb to a ton of fucked-up things.
Krista and Becca Ritchie (Tangled Like Us)
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Listening to Dear Society for two hours straight hits diff (I can't tell if I'm sad or numb or hungry or sleepy or- )
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