The saddest thing about nostalgia is that it is always the seed of tragedy. We fall in love with a story, we tell it to ourselves again and again, we fall in love with our retellings, we forget to consider whether there was ever a meaningful difference between the story and our retellings and, eventually, we make the decision to revisit that story: expecting, of course, the static object we’ve immortalized in our minds to exist just as we think we’ve left it.
— Kevin Cooley and Caleb Andrew Milligan, Haunted objects, networked subjects: The nightmarish nostalgia of creepypasta, 2018.
The morning song. 1883. Book cover, detail. (from nemfrog, gif by the-eternal-moonshine)
impracticality-deactivated20230:
I would be unstoppable if not for the problems
I just want my hot girl summer to consist of hot girl therapy and hot girl emotional stability and well-being
























