if you’re not standing barefoot in the heart of a foreboding forest and chanting to the old gods as the moonlight tangles its fingers in your messy hair and caresses your dirt-streaked cheeks what even is the point
i think sometimes trauma survivors fall into this place where it’s very hard to believe that anything that happened to you was that bad. and the only proof you have that it was that bad is that you’re suffering. and so healing can be really scary and difficult because it means giving up the only tangible evidence you have that you were traumatized in the first place
My friends idea of a good time is dressing up in colonial attire and pretending to beat each other up while similarly dressed colonial men jump around in the background waving fistfuls of cash
I feel like my life has reached a peak it’s all downhill from here
The Evil Lair 