Lets all dissappear under mysterious circumstances

There’s something about the creatures that come out at night, we’ll truly never really know what they get up to.

the decaying remains of the last house on the left

so many areas have been un-wetlanded and we need to re-wet them. if there is an area that makes a big puddle for days every time it rains everyone wants to make a channel to make the water go away faster. but actually that solution creates muddy polluted water flowing rapidly into the streams. the real solution is to dig a wide shallow pit to become a pond and make the water hang out for longer so it can become the cattails' and rushes' home. make sure to make the edges a gradual slope so the frogs can get in easily btw

god forbid women do anything like going to a haunted house out of loneliness and getting unhealthily attached to another woman and becoming the haunting itself and then driving into a tree. nobody even stopped her so why is that her fault.

why is it always "you have an infestation" and "oh my god why are you covered in lesions" and never "how is the wasp's nest in your attic? is it nice? does it thrum with life and malice? does it sing that you are beautiful, that you are a home, that you can be fully consumed by what loves you?"

i just think it's important to understand that love is not the antithesis of horror in fact it's often the catalyst

my favorite genre of media is “this one place in particular is really fucking weird for some reason”

wwlww (weird woman loving weird woman)

i want you carnally *shoves a knife into your abdomen*

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little whimsical perfumes 🌟🧚‍♀️

Afternoon nap

Afternoon nap