I realized that even if no one ever found me, and even if I lived out the rest of my life here, always missing, forever a missing person to other people, I could never be missing to myself, I could never delete my own history, and I would always know exactly where I was and where I had been and I would never wake up not being whom I was and it didn’t matter how much or how little I thought I understood the mess of myself, because I would never, no matter what I did, be missing to myself and that was what I had wanted all this time, to go fully missing, but I would never be able to go fully missing — nobody is missing like that, no one has ever had that luxury and no one ever will.

Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing (via fragmentarie)

Ominous statement generator

thetreeswestofhere:

devilatelier:

venusiangay:

Birth Month:

  • Jan – The weathered bone
  • Feb – The stained glass window
  • Mar – A wolf’s howl
  • Apr – The fog on the moors
  • May – The sanctuary of the abandoned cathedral

  • June – The bloodied locket
  • July – A scream from within the forest
  • Aug – The churning sea
  • Sept – The fire’s last embers
  • Oct – An old clocktower
  • Nov – A mountain’s wind
  • Dec – A saint’s weeping

Color of The Top You’re Wearing*:

  • Red – smells strongly of flesh and rot.
  • Orange – is set afire when you look toward it.
  • Yellow – causes a ringing in your head that grows as you approach it.
  • Green – offers to make a pact.
  • Blue – demands a sacrifice.
  • Violet – causes blood to drip from your eyes.
  • White – whispers hymns of the old gods gently in your ears.
  • Grey – hums with grief.
  • Black – pardons you of your sins.

*if patterned/multicolored, choose the closest base colour, or most prominent.

based off this post

The sanctuary of the abandoned cathedral demands a sacrifice.

What a good writing prompt.  I need to do something with that.