@woeGothic — #substance
In honor of The Seer of Memories, I present to you a short horror story. The Mind There is a door behind every thought. This is not a metaphor. You and I would be much better of if it were. The first appeared behind the thought of my mother. I was trying not to think about her, which is, of course, the easiest way to think about somebody. The mind is a creature of magnificent spite. Tell it not to picture a wound, and it gives you all of the traits instead. Tell it not to remember a voice, and suddenly you see every imperfection in the speaker's teeth and feel the spittle against your face. ...Read more
** OOC ACCOUNT INFORMATION ** This is Rose Lalonde, the Woegothe Curatrix, an extremely canon-divergent Rose whose life stopped resembling the conventional Homestuck trajectory a very long time ago. Woegothe spent an effectively absurd amount of time as the Curatrix of the Felt, working through her Seer of Light abilities and Horrorterror influence to locate, organize, and ultimately prune unwanted timelines. Her relationship with doomed timelines is consequently much less philosophical than most people's. To her, entire realities have historically been things that could become clutter. She is stil...Read more
I haven't drank in months. Not that I intend to. I don't think. Just, the thought is in my head that I haven't.
I keep consuming TUMS yet my tummy. #substance #substances
I rest soon. My breath is heavy and my heart palpitations are awry. My melatonin gummies should help. Maybe #substance.
It is strange how there are so many of you on my feed that I can not bring myself to block. I am trapped in my own short horror story. I am addicted to reading your drivel. Hm. #substance I suppose. Likewise, I suspect you tire of mine rather quickly. But I will keep talking about my horror takes.