The Care Of The Reaper Man

There is such a profound beauty of finding love within a horror story. Seeing the worst that humanity has to offer, of comprehending all the vile and grotesque actions that people can take and still choosing to find the love hidden in the terror of it all.

It’s tragic. It’s courageous. It’s pointless. It’s life-changing. Everything is hopeless, but for love’s sake, it is still worth it to fight as hard as possible, despite already knowing that there will never be a happy ending.

I love you tragedies. I love you characters that haunt the narrative, characters that are dead from the beginning. I love you cycles of terror, mistakes that characters are doomed to repeat over and over again. I love you grief that overwhelms the narrative, proof that love lingers even after death. I love you endings that we know from the start, but we continue to keep telling the story anyways.

Pale colors in a tall field by Carl Phillips

Lake of the isles by Anni Liu

Grief by Jennifer Grotz

Motto by Bertolt Brech

“I’d kill for you. Please ask me to kill for you.” “No.” Is a top tier ship dynamic no I do not take criticism

The idea of a person being capable of incredibly immoral acts but held in check but their love of their partner sends me every time

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Lisel Mueller

Ada Limón, "The Quiet Machine"

What the Living Do, Marie Howe

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