I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present.
this might be the most poignant review of a doctor’s office i’ve ever seen and it makes my heart hurt
still thinking about this. they listened
吸血鬼ハンターD ブラッドラスト // VAMPIRE HUNTER D: BLOODLUST (2000) dir. YOSHIAKI KAWAJIRI
My guilty pleasure right now is watching luxury hotel reviews and I found this british guy who keeps accidentally clipping into the backrooms.
He’s unintentionally making the best liminal horror content on youtube
who else remembers thwomp night (estimated july 26, 2013) when everyone was posting mario 64 thwomp sound effect edits
OUT OF MY MIND wednesday
For Years my brother has been fucking with me by periodically texting me to say Jimmy Carter had finally died. Today the bit has paid off.
The response to my reaction at work was “what do you MEAN ‘for real this time’?????”
I fucking hate it here I’m crying