#unsettled

[saturnisscreaming]

When you meet The Creature (and you will) give it my regards

#tw unreality #unreality cw #unrealism #unreality #unsettled #unsettling #cryptic #cryptid #horror #mild horror #monstercore #cryptidcore #creepy #fear #weirdcore #body horror. #cryptic core #cryptid core #cryptids #weird core #dreamcore #dream core #eldrichcore #eldrich monstrosity #eldrich horror #eldritch #horror content #horror concept #surrealcore #creaturecore

[mccromy]

The secret to a good Luo Binghe characterization is that he's always the smartest most fuckable person in every room. His IQ is as high as his dick is long and his issues are as vast as Mobei Jun's bossom. He'd grab his husband's hand and say with starry eyes: "I never needed a father, I had you" and mean it.

#luo binghe #svsss #this might sound obvious but. saw a lbh characterization where he was a himbo #unsettled #mip #also #he can distinguish between right and wrong he just cannot be assed rn he's got other things to worry about #Liu Qingge just learned how to tell a fucking knock knock joke and Shizun is soooo thrilled #they'll probably elope tonight so luo binghe's gotta get so good at stand up comedy by yesterday #whatever stand up comedy is #mbj's hamster husband should know

[dk-thrive]

Open road, going somewhere, elsewhere—she loved that feeling. She knew that about herself. She knew she loved leaving more than a drink, more than sex, more than hunger, the books. The road didn’t have a caved-in feeling or a hangover; it could have any wonder in the whole world.

— Tara June Winch, The Yield: A Novel (Harper, June 2, 2020)

#Wiradjuri #Aboriginal #tara june winch #The Yield #gypsy #change #leave #unsettled #restless #open road

[dogt0oth1239]

Eyes

#eyeballs #unsettled #unsettling

[thatsbelievable]

#Tonight's Mood #emotions #moods #affirmations #E.M. Hasty #Unsettled

[emily84]

just felt a big earthquake halp

#nothing too serious i'm just #unsettled #earthquake #italy tag

[serenityquest]

#blessed #gifted #unsettled

[summerwages]

Shanks’ Mare..

The three grandmas photobomb yesterday’s sunset..

#oregon #last light #unsettled #don’t settle

[scoutingthetrooper]

art by: gio quasirosso

#art #artwork #gio quasirosso #writing #unsettled #scoutingthetrooper

[saturnisscreaming]

A tip for living in a haunted house. Simply establish dominance over the ghost by haunting the house better. I can make scary noises and mess with the lights too. You aren't special ghost

#unreality cw #unrealism #unreality #unsettled #unsettling #unfamiliarity #cryptic #cryptid #horror #mild horror #monstercore #creepy #cryptidcore #fear #weirdcore #body horror. #weird core #ghost #ghostcore #ghost core #haunting #haunted house #dream core #dreamcore #goblin core #gremlin core #goblincore #big gremlin energy #gremlincore #shit posting

[mamangasick]

Daytime Shooting Star

Mika Yamamori

#daytime shooting star #hirunaka no ryuusei #mika yamamori #manga #mangacap #shoujo #shojo #drama #romance #school life #slice of life #unsettled #shishio satsuki #yosano suzume #monochrome

[dk-thrive]

Maybe because from the creative point of view there is nothing so dangerous as security.

— Jhumpa Lahiri, In Other Words (Vintage, February 7, 2017)

#jhumpa lahiri #create #comfortable #uncomfortable #unsettled

[bruneburg]

what is that? what is it doing there?? why won't it leave???

#bruneburg #ladybug #bug #lineless #lineless art #lineless style #cartoony #weird #art #drawing #sketch #creature #monster #beast #cat #nervous #fear #afraid #scared #unsettled #unsettling #silly #simplistic #nailpolish #artists on tumblr #bruneburg art #bruneburg ladybug #anita bruneburg #digital art #worry

[mountain-in-springtime]

i’m currently watching fire walk with me for the first time and i’m scared and uncomfortable and nervous and sad

#unsettled #mal thoughts

[jhala-ka-jhola]

Changes.

People say - The only constant is change. But the ones with hope say that there are always exceptions and that somethings never change. I have always been one of the ones with hope.

When I came back to Nathdwara after 8 years of being on the run, I didn’t remember much of it. But with each and every barefoot step that I took, I had a core memory get irritated in my brain, the same way a cathartic sneeze irritates your nose. But something was different this time. Everything seemed the same on paper, the roads led to the same alleys they used to, the shops sold the same items they always did and Moti Mahal stood as tall as it forever will. But no, something was amiss, and my feet were the first to understand as we came closer to the mandir-

The soft sand, that used to coddle my pink feet now tested their toughness through the fiery and stony roads and the cold and uncomfortable tiles.  Then it was the eyes, the shop with the cool fridge that always had heaps of glass bottles of Amul Kool milk, now only had the plastic ones. Devastating blow to the 11 year old in me. The chaat on the street wasn’t as spicy, the old Dining hall we always used to go to was now a shell of itself. Everything seemed smaller and much more easier to navigate. Alright, fair enough.. the last part is just me growing up.

However, the one part I counted on to not change was the rush and the fight to do the darshan. I would’ve said that even if every single thing on Earth changed, the one thing that’d remain constant would be the crowd in Shreenathji. And in a way, that’s true. But this time we took those tickets to do Darshan upfront and bypass all the wild crowd. It took the same time of impatient waiting, but the wild fighting was not there. We had changed.

As always, dad took his sweet time to do darshan, and as expected, the pandits started smacking him with the cloth and asking him to move. But just before the first smack landed on dad, the Darsh that would stand next to him and urge him to finish quickly and move along - grabbed the pandit’s wrist and looked confidently but humbly in his eyes and him to be patient. Darsh had also changed.

So there I was, in the eye of the hopeless storm of change, with Nathdwara standing as a metaphor for all the big things in my life - the people, the relationships, the cities, the comfort places, the homes. I understand how change is a part of life and growth and it needs change to make things better, but it’s making me take stock of all the important people and relationships I have in life now and hoping that our time never comes, that I patiently outwait the storm and come out with enough exceptions to calm my cold and scared self. After all, its the lack of hope that comes and gets us.

#nostalgia #ted lasso #changes #life #life quotes #existence #hope #understanding #growth #india #temple #rajasthan #homecoming #unsettled #scary #childhood #hurt/comfort #people #friendship #family #jhala-ka-jhola #written #writers on tumblr

[unicornbeck]

Grief made it so I couldn't settle to anything. I was hungry, sort of, but there was nothing I wanted to eat. I tried to read books, but I couldn't focus. Wanted to go outside, but couldn't leave the house. Couldn't clean. Couldn't stay awake. Couldn't sleep. When I was alone, I was desperately lonesome, but when I was with people, all I could do was long for escape. I couldn't get away fast enough. I needed to talk, but had nothing to say. The weather outside dared to be glorious, as if nothing at all had happened of any consequence at all. The sun shone, the wind blew. The mailman came, cars went by on the street. People walked out of their houses like it was an ordinary day and got into their cars and drove away to do ordinary things. It was like being behind glass, separated from the entire world by an invisible, impermeable barrier. Like I had shifted into a new dimension, crossed a boundary from which there was no return.

I was six years old, and my dad had died suddenly of an asthma attack. That was my first experience with grief. My Grandpa Sid had died before that, and two cats— Harry and Charlie— but those hadn’t been real to me. Pa dying was my first real experience with death, with the unyielding grip of intractable grief. It was by no means my last. If you’ve lost someone, I would imagine that you, too, are in that otherworld place, that slightly-to-the-left dimension so close to the real world, but so completely divided from it. I can tell you that I have never left that otherrealm, but over time the two places wove almost seamlessly back together. It was a little like growing up in another country and assimilating to a place I'd never been before, moving in cold-turkey. Now I live among the people in the real world and I pass pretty successfully, if they don't spend too much time trying to get to know me. If they do, though, they are usually a little unsettled by my strangeness. Assimilation only goes so deep, but underneath, I am forever from that other place.

The good thing is, I know my way around there quite intimately. I grew up there. I'm fairly comfortable with the topography. At least, as comfortable as one can ever be with that forever-removed place. And I can tell you that grief is not exactly something you get over. It's more like something you get used to, grow to absorb. It's like a wound in a tree. Over time, the bark grows back, forming a lumpy scar that's a bit malformed but perfectly serviceable. You can always see where there was a trauma, a loss, but it closes up over time. I think we get bigger to hold grief without being toppled over by it.

If you’re here, I'm sorry that you are, here, in this place, with me. Nobody should have to come here. But we all do, eventually. And if you're an empathetic soul, I'm sure you've been here before, in some capacity or other. You may not know me from Adam, but I'm here with you. Sometimes it's almost as if I can still see the lines of energy connecting a person to someone they love who has passed, like fine strings made of light. I'm sure that's way too crunchy... If you feel alone, I understand. But you're not. You're not.

#grief #grieving #loss #the veil #behind glass #numbness #unsettled #restlessness #you’re not alone