Dangeroussongbeliever - It's Alright

where's that picture that ruined my life

i would be soooooo powerful if i wasn't so deeply afraid of people and places and also things

Imagine going to museum for the first time after quarantine ~

Small town murder mystery where it eventually turns out that literally everyone in town is a member of some secret society or sinister cult – except it's not one big secret society, it's a bunch of little ones, ranging from as many as a couple dozen members to as few as three. Each secret society is aware of their own immediate allies and rivals, but none of them have the complete picture of how extensive the town's secret society problem is, nor do they know that every single resident is a member of at least one. Some residents are members of multiple secret societies. Some residents are unwittingly members of multiple secret societies, having mistakenly concluded that Secret Society A is Secret Society B's hidden inner circle, when in fact they're unrelated. There's at least one pair of secret societies whose leaders each believe that the other is a false front that they set up to distract their enemies. This goes on for five seasons.

they need to make a pocket dimension you can hide in where time doesn't pass and everything is soft

Fruits bus stop

Der schnelle Tag ist hin, die Nacht schwingt ihre Fahn'

Und führt die Sternen auf. Der Menschen müde Scharen

Verlassen Feld und Werk, wo Tier und Vögel waren,

Trauert itzt die Einsamkeit. Wie ist die Zeit vertan!

Der Port naht mehr und mehr sich zu der Glieder Kahn.

Gleich wie dies Licht verfiel, so wird in wenig Jahren

Ich, du und was man hat und was man sieht hinfahren.

Dies Leben kommt mir vor als eine Renne-Bahn.

Lass, höchster Gott, mich doch nicht auf dem Laufplatz gleiten,

Lass mich nicht Ach,nicht Pracht, nicht Lust, nicht Angst verleiten!

Dein ewig-heller Glanz sei vor und neben mir.

Lass, wenn der müde Leib entschläft, die Seele wachen.

Und wenn der letzte Tag wird mit mir Abend machen,

So reiß mich aus dem Tal der Finsternis zu dir.

- "Abend", von Andreas Gryphius (1663)