So Apparently, Over The Summer, Quibi (the Shortest-lasting Streaming Service Ever Lmao) Did A Quarantine

Pacific Northwest Gothic

- Trees crack the sidewalk, roots gasping for air, trying to break free from the concrete prison. If you look at the trees from the corner of your eyes you can almost see them trying to escape.

- Graveyards full of crumbling head stones with names long forgotten. They say if you sit among the tombs and read the faded words you will be forgiven for your sins. The ghosts of the forgotten will smile upon you for trying to remember.

- There are whispers that deep in the desert lay the bodies of the dead; skeletal hands pointing west, towards water. The crows live here finding homes in broken rib cages. The sand littered with the broken jewels of bottles and old wilted leather boots. If you find the place you will become nothing more than bones.

- You can always trust the sea to do what she wants. The sea is her own master she finds pleasure in pain and peace. But if you giver her your trust she will let you live. If you wade out into her waters and give her your body letting the rough waves cut against your calves going farther up to your chest above your head letting her have you she will let you live. She will let you live safely for she knows that you belong to her.

- The fog creeps and claws at the horizon it reaches for your soul. You’ve seen it take others. You know loved ones who have disappeared into the fog. You run afraid of what might happen if it catches you.

- Deep within the forest where the ferns and the fur trees are so thick you can barley see the sun. The earth swallowed by moss and lichen here is where the fairies live. Their sharp claws click and their teeth bare craving human flesh. But if you stand still they won’t take you away quiet yet they will leave you to the trees. For they are hungry too.

- If you drive and drive heading east. You will find them town after empty town. Not a living soul for miles and miles, only bare earth. Perhaps you’ll stop to take a picture of an old dilapidated building, a cow skull, wagon ruts. This small town existing only on a small patch of road. So small you don’t expect to see a person. So small you know there are no people. So small you pray no one is watching. When a hand grabs your shoulder you know you were mistaken.

- Here the earth swallows buildings the mud and dirt devouring brick and metal. The trees seem to walk, they look closer then you remember. The rain never stops falling. It falls forever upon endless streets, the worms drowning upon the pavement; you cannot save them any more then you can save yourself. The crows fly in remorseful circles even the buzzards are afraid of them. The only building left standing is the old town hall its brick and marble pillars lopsided but its foundation will be the last to crumble.

- The sea eats away at the earth making it crumble to dust. Back and forth the waves go until there is nothing left. Cliffs and people fall to the sea, but never did you imagine that the world would as well.

- Do not trust the mountains, their picturesque peaks blanketed in snow. Do not trust the mountains, they have taken so many.

- The fishermen are the only ones you can trust, their sea weathered faces stained by sun and sand. Their wrinkles so deep as if cut with knives, their skin as rough as leather. Trust the fishermen their hands calloused and bleeding full of knowledge, every knot still caught on their tongues. Trust the fishermen their eyes dark from too many worlds seen, their hearts heavy with lost. Trust the fishermen for they are the only ones who know what is at the edge of the world.

- The trees creak with secrets. The wind ruffling their dead leaves creating devils that swirl with ghostly fingers pointing accusingly towards the sinners. The trees have secrets engraved in their puzzle like bark. If you want you can feel the wood like brail beneath calloused fingertips. Few can understand the words stuck like amber upon the flesh of the tree but even fewer have tried.

- At night the lake swallows the moon creating moonbeams that dance across its surface. They say if you dare to drink the water you will be able to live amongst the stars.

- They say the trees bring salvation. Whispers of the children born amongst the trees live in every one’s hearts. It is thought that these children grow strong their bones made of powerful oak and their blood pumps with sap from maples. They say their hair is dappled with lichen. They say, they say. If you watch quietly you might catch them as they dance amongst the forest, the trees showering them in secrets of worlds that crumbled, devoured by flora and fauna. When you leave the forest returning home to the city full of weak children, their lungs full of smog and minds programed with rusted mechanics, you will dream of the forest your head full of pine and spruce. These dreams call to you begging you to come back to the trees, to return. To leave behind these men of steal, to come live in the forest, to come home. Do not listen to these dreams. The trees are not your salvation, they will call for you then swallow you whole slowly decomposing your bones.

just learned that magnolias are so old that they’re pollinated by beetles because they existed before bees

Found this reddit post. This kinda makes me feel better. And it’s something I think about sometimes because I always feel like regardless of how hard I work on something I don’t get anywhere.

favorite video essays:

Why the Shining is terrifying

Why Perfect Blue is Terrifying

The VVitch explained

What makes a movie scary?

Decolonizing Games

Everything ACTUALLY wrong with Silent Hill 2: Revelation

The naked Lady that changed the rules of art

Rogue One vs Star Wars: the fault in our Star Wars

Sandra Bullock & the White Savior trope

Why the costumes in Little Women did NOT deserve an oscar

Why the music in the live action disney remakes is worse than you thought

Coco's feel-good oppression

Disney Princess: reality through fantasy

Pan's Labyrinth: the disobedient fairytale

The mythology of Princess Mononoke

5 favourite Youtube Documentaries

Because I like making lists.

This isn’t “Documentaries that have been illegally posted on youtube.” this is “video essays people have made specifically FOR youtube but have cinematography and research and editing to categorise them more as “documentaries” rather than just “Video Essay” (I adore video essays as they make up 80% of what I watch on youtube, but they’ll get their own list at some point)

ANYWAY! With all those quantifiers out of the way, in no order;

1: “Mystifying UFO Cases” - LEMMiNO A skeptic youtuber decides to research documented UFO cases and finds a handful of them are at this point impossible to properly explain or rationalise

2: POLYBIUS: The Video Game That Doesn’t Exist - Ahoy Using investigative journalism, Ahoy tracks down the source of the urban legend of the ‘Polybius’ arcade cabinet. A rumoured video game said to have appeared in the late 70s in certain American arcades and induce migraines, insomnia, paranoia and other symptoms similar to the effects of LSD.

3: The Impact of Akira: The Film that Changed Everything - Supereyepatchwolf SuperEyepatchwolf discusses the anime scene of the late 80s, Japan’s painful history during WWII, and the economic situation of the country at this time, all of which lead to the creation of the film version of Akira, and how the movie’s short theatrical run in America opened the doors for the west to start importing anime

4: Down the Rabbit Hole: Henry Darger - Fredrick Knudsen Fredrick presents a documentary about the artist Henry Darger, who throughout the course of his life, every day, wrote about the lives of 7 fictional young girls, complete with elaborate paintings, tracings and collages, all of which was only discovered when he was admitted to hospital in at the age of 81. His writing eventually measured up to 15 145 pages over 13 different volumes. At 250 words a page on average, the story is thought to be 3,786,250 words long and is often thought to be the longest story ever written. (It’s difficult to be absolutely sure as no-one has managed to read the entire work on their own)

5: A Journey Through ‘Rule of Rose’ - Ragnarox A documentary of the often forgotten video game Rule of Rose. Despite its cult status, the game is rarely talked about. Ragnarox explores the game in detail, including its themes of politics and social castes, child abuse, psychological trauma, homosexuality and deep visual symbolism. Content Warning for obvious reasons.

(if you like my long essay length posts and stuff consider buying me a coffee)

I want to be with you behind the scenes, before coffee, before the sun, when your hair is a fright and your skin is still dented by the mattress seam. I want to touch you then, when you’re prickly and unshaven, when you’re half dressed, or less, when you’re unmade and distracted and every bit yourself. I want to see you getting yourself ready for others. I want to live in that place. I want to be with you, behind the scenes, knowing I’m not one of the others.

Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)

Yesss, beautiful, so beautiful! I love this dearly. <3 <3 <3

Kingcup - Youth, innocence, dawn - Bog/Dawn :3

There’s abrightness about her that pulls, likethe lure of the sun’s first warmth after a cold winter. And there’s frost inhis veins and frost on his bones but one note of her song and he’s lost, lostall over again, drawn and held and wrapped in an innocence that hasn’t touchedhis kingdom in long years. She thaws the cold, melts the clinging frost, and for all his attempts, for all his preventive measures he can’t help it (can’t help falling, tumbling, crashing, helpless once again, how did this happen, how did he let this happen?)

He’s old,gnarled and dark where she’s a new sprig, a pale, rosy morn, and it’s not right, it’snot natural. It’s the potion thatmakes her eyes curve the way they do, with a pleasure the sight of him shouldn’tpossibly be able to evoke in anyone. But in thedark he can pretend, just for a moment, that she sings with sincerity; that thesmall, delicate hands reaching for his do so with a desire beyond thewhims of a magic potion.

It’s not thetruth, but then the truth has always hurt him. This is better. She is better, more so than he could ever hope to be, and so he keeps her, this bright sundrop; keeps her in the dark and keeps her for himself, andpretends that her light is meant for him.

when i was reading the book entangled life which is about fungi and the author merlin sheldrake said that once he got his first author copies he was going to dampen the pages and use them to grow oyster mushrooms and yeast and then use the yeast to brew beer and then drink the beer with the mushrooms to complete the cycle of fungal knowledge. i was like really and truly this guy gets it

“Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?" "Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.”