Acoustov - Acoustov

Having your own personal blog is honestly quite a nice change of pace compared to Reddit. I could put a funny GIF of George Bush getting hit by a shoe on here and the worse case scenario is that no one even notices.

You put that on a big subreddit and you get your eyes gouged out and a heap of political discourse underneath your post.

i do enjoy my silly screamings into the void

i love not being able to sleep. . .

my favourite part of the day.

crying baby vs charter arms undercover .38 special

here’s the thing about being a person that interacts with warhammer a lot. there is an almost rapid desensitization to the aesthetics, grimness and darkness of it. the scale of things becomes increasingly normal to you. this makes a huge majority of the mainstream things that attempt to be edgy, dark, baroque and ritualistic extremely hard to be impressed by. this has nothing to do with whether something is good or not, mind you. Then this continues within the universe. Few things cause true wonder anymore. I simply find that over time, I no longer see the skulls, the combat churches on wheels, the blowing up entire planets over a couple of cultists, etc. It becomes background information with zero shock value.

what I’m trying to say here is that it takes a real hell of a line to punch me right out of that comfort zone and sense of familiarity, and nothing has ever been as effective as this line from Dan Abnett’s The End and The Death:

this feels like a callout

Strong-looking vulnerable men......Strong-looking vulnerable men.

You know the type. Big hands, big shoulders, could probably bench-press a car, but the moment they sit down, they look like they’re carrying the weight of the whole damn universe. Eyes that are just a little too soft for a face that sharp. Like, are you okay? Do you need a hug? Do you want to cry into my arms for three hours?

They look like they could destroy you, but deep down, you know they'd rather let themselves break first. What is it about them? Why do they look like they could hold you together when they’re clearly held together with duct tape and desperation? It’s unhinged. It’s unfair. I want to fix them. Or maybe I want to fall apart with them. I don’t even know anymore.

I love them so much they make me lose myself

AAAAAAHHHHHH

sock day in feet season

#hello

wish i could throw rocks at people that'd be dope

usb drives you find lying on the ground are modern day cursed amulets

man i hate this shit i get so paranoid so easily. why can't i just be normal abt this one specific name