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crescellerose:

letosatie:

crescellerose:

vampireapologist:

the most fucked up thing about married straight couples in paranormal reality shows is that the husband is almost always the skeptic and the wife will be like terrified to exist in her own home and she’ll beg her husband to believe her and she’ll be crying every night and he’ll straight up look at the camera and be like “I don’t know I guess I just thought she was imagining things.”

like this is beyond belief in ghosts what it comes down to is one member of these couples was so distressed they were in tears nightly or at least weekly, BEGGING their partner to listen to them, and their partner was like “whatever this’ll blow over.”

how does your relationship survive that?? how are these people still together?? if my wife came into the room crying and told me she’d seen bill watterson, author of acclaimed comic calvin and hobbes, manifest in our kitchen and tell her he didn’t like our wallpaper, I’d like. obviously have some questions. but I’d fucking address her distress and take steps to make her feel better lmao???

these husbands are all garbage and they feel justified bc they weren’t the “crazy one” who believed in ghosts.

they were the good, logical,  “sane” spouse who did rational and good things like, completely and purposefully ignore their partners’ growing and life-altering distress for months.

reblog if you want bill watterson, author of acclaimed comic calvin and hobbes, to manifest in your kitchen and roast your terrible choices in wallpaper

reblog if you’re now going to paper your kitchen with calvin and hobbes comics to avoid this shameful outcome

A+ plan I’ll get right to work

a-lighted-window-at-dusk:

boiledleather:

a-lighted-window-at-dusk:

boiledleather:

Love too go to Ziegler’s Christmas party with my lovely wife Alice and unexpectedly discover my old pal from medical school Nick Nightingale whom I haven’t seen since he dropped out playing piano

I don’t know if this is a true story or not (too many awesome names), but unexpectedly finding an old friend is pretty fabulous. So, two thumbs up!

haha, no, it’s the beginning of Eyes Wide Shut, but thank you for restoring my faith in humanity!

Hahaha! Perfect. …we all have our gifts.

and i commit it to memory:
the way the mountain melts into the sky,
a long, pale shadow;
the glistening lights, translucent-green,
painting the snow into a phantom —
or perhaps a phantasm,
ivory-arcane.

time wraps its’ body around me
in pallid waves of smoke;
not wholly real, closer to a chiffon veil
or gossamer shroud —
i press a kiss
to night’s tender shoulder,
thankful for the love.

  hyperreal; or, eye of the blizzard
  january 23rd, 2018  / /  lianna schreiber (via ragewrites)