i filled up my tumblr likes with pictures of hairy men,

wasn't nearly as bad as the first time although i still got the heebies in the same places. i think with it being broad daylight and the evolution of how massive analog horror type plots have gotten on youtube, this wasn't peanuts but it was like 'oh yeah. ok. he's soooooooo awful.'

poughkeepsie tapes is what scott derrickson's sinister should've been, in my humble opinion. on a side note, why does derrickson always fuck the landing up so hard? his films are sooooooo good until the final act, EVERY time

"rated r for strong sadistic violence" buddy this is one time i wish nc-17 wasn't a death sentence for films because some deserve it but not in a 'they deserve to be censored and lost' way but in a. don't read berserk until you're over 20 years old way.

'idk i'm scared of the mockumentary film about a massive collection of snuff films' not something you should say to an 11yo

the kid i was talking to today asked me what i was afraid of and i had no idea how to say fascism, horrible doppelgangers, or genuinely terrifying things related to people getting harmed so i just said wet bathroom hair on the floor. which isn't a lie but. thinking about that answer right now lol

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and the ideas dry up with everything else bc...pain! illness! and god forbid i get into a relationship again - not bc i cant imagine love without sex but having that WHEN I WANT SEX but my body FORCES me to not have it? i could start screaming and never stop

i miss writing and reading pwp with friends but any sidling into that mindset can trigger all these exhaustions and pains!! even if i dont physically DO anything its just forcibly not fun anymore