Metroid Prime ost makes for very good writing music
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Things To Make August (the Month of Existential Dread) Bearable
Pray. A lot.
Plan little summer adventures.
Write a fun little retelling (and hopefully finish it).
Read an Elizabeth Goudge book (Book 3 of the Elliot trilogy seems right, because Book 2 is coming to mind a lot as an appropriate summer book).
Remember that sunflowers exist. Find lots of them.
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songs for turning; a quarry soundtrack
01. ptolemae - ethel cain
(suffer does the wolf,
crawling to thee—)
02. feral love - chelsea wolfe
(run from the light, your
eyes black like an animal—)
03. dangerous - son lux
(how am i supposed to run?
now— am i supposed to run?)
04. oxytocin - billie eilish
(wanna see what you can take—
you should really run away!)
05. i feel like a god - deathbyromy
(nothing you can do about me,
so high that you cannot touch me—)
06. sudden desire - hayley williams
(your fingerprints on my skin,
a painful reminder—)
07. body mind hell - vtss
(ask no questions tell no lies,
those hungry eyes are my demise—)
08. choke - royal & the serpent
(beg you for mercy 'cause my vision is blurry
i'm afraid you could hurt me—)
09. eyes on fire - blue foundation
(i won't soothe your pain,
i won't ease your strain—)
10. eat me alive - swarm, soundr
(and there are no devils in hell,
they live in my mind—)
11. pyre - son lux
(bring all your things,
and we can build a pyre—)
12. i'm not human at all - sleep party people
(we're not human at all—
we have no heart.)
click to listen on spotify.
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my friend recommended me a manga, and I was getting a little annoyed because the only scanlation I could find was kinda low quality and hard to read (and really hard to appreciate the good art), but I looked it up and it was only 11 usd to buy physical copies of the official tl of the first two volumes✌️
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sometimes i go a little bit insane thinking about the towns of early western america and how many just aren’t there anymore people’s whole lives washed away by sand and sun with nothing but dry, old wood and stone foundations and mines, now empty, to prove they’d ever been there.
sometimes i go a bit nuts thinking about all the cemeteries no one has visited in decades because they are miles from any development, now. wooden headstones reduced to kindling and the stone ones worn down so far that you’re lucky to make out a single letter. fences that have long since stopped serving their purpose.
places built to be temporary but even still were at one point were full of people’s friends and family and hope. i don’t know. a little crazy about it rn
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