I’ve noticed that literally every time I’ve seen roadkill lately I shiver, but it’s always like three seconds after seeing it, like something subconscious has to process first.
Had this dream a few days ago; (Warning, some of this may be considered disturbing.)
Can’t remember everything, but I recall knowing I was far away from home. I remember walking out from beyond this bridge into a place where the sky was extremely washed out and hues of orange and pink. In front of me was water as far as I could see, completely still and reflective, and hundreds of flat islands like stepping stones. I was alone, and I knew somehow I wasn’t exactly supposed to be there- almost as if it wasn’t meant for mortal eyes, but I was compelled to travel out into this vast land anyway.
I’m never on Tumblr when I have a lot going on and have a million things on my mind, and then as soon as I’m coming back I have nothing to say.
Oh the irony.
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life.