Late But This Is Me When I Hear About An Eclipse

cracking open a freezing one with people haunting my narrative sounds about right

cracking open a lukewarm one with the nobody

Ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon this fuckin thing

I love the way Gordon is Battinson’s Batman’s handler. Every other cop is like scared shitless or pissed at the sight of Batman at crime scenes but Gordon’s just there like ‘oh this guy? No no he’s like my pet detective mhmm. He doesn’t bite I swear’

30 Day Color Challenge | Day 1 | Red

may someone explain to me like i’m five where the invictus poem first came from, i for some reason do not remember this detail ever 😔

Thinking about how— up until this point— Arthur has kept the entirety of "Invictus" to himself as his last piece of independence outside of John. And how now— when John recites the full poem to Arthur, in what is surely another merging of their two individual consciousnesses into one— Arthur isn't angry, or scared, or upset. Instead, he's comforted and encouraged by that intermingling, because he's fully accepted himself and John as one fused-together, inseparable unit. And that fact, that complete blurring of himself into John, is what ultimately motivates him to keep moving, to keep fighting, to keep living.

idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body. that's why I'm here.

This post is on my mind way too often

I've hidden something scary, and FUCKED UP in this post

Bed against zero walls: You're a freak

Bed against one wall: Acceptable, but you can do better

Bed against two walls: Perfect

Bed against three walls: Do you live in a closet?

Bed against four walls: How???

Bed against five walls: What? That makes no sense...

Bed against six walls: Stop...

Bed against seven walls: I said stop!

Bed against eight walls: What are you doing?! That's too many walls!

Bed against nine walls: We've gone too far, I don't think we're in normal reality anymore...

Bed against ten walls: Hello? Is anybody there? How are there walls all perpendicular to one another?

Bed against eleven walls: We're definitely not in normal reality anymore

Bed against twelve walls: I think we're the only ones here. Just me and the bed.

Bed against thirteen walls: It's weirdly... cozy over here.

Bed against fourteen walls: Could this have been what I wanted all along? Solitude?

Bed against sixteen walls: Wait, Did you see that? We skipped 15.

Bed against twenty walls: No, this is definitely too much. Somebody get me out of here!

Bed against twenty eight walls: The skips are getting bigger, the walls are closing in...

Bed against forty walls: They're suffocating me...

Bed against sixty walls: Help...

Bed against one hundred walls: ...help.

Bed against two hundred walls: ...

Bed against five hundred walls: . . .

Bed against one thousand walls: . . .

Bed against five thousand walls: . . .

Bed against twenty thousand walls:

Bed against one hundred thousand walls:

Bed against five hundred thousand walls:

Bed against one million walls:

Bed against one billion walls:

Bed against one trillion walls:

Bed against one quadrillion walls: . . .

Bed against one quintillion walls: . . .

Bed against one sextillion walls: . . .

Bed against one nonillion walls: ...good night.