imagine a horror movie where you’re trapped in your house with a serial killer but all your lights are clappers
so you’re running for your life from this psychopath while both of you are just aggressively clapping the lights on and off
"Even if all the trees grow back, it won’t be his forest anymore. The Forest Spirit is dead."
"Never. He is life itself. He isn’t dead, San. He is here with us now, telling us, it’s time for both of us to live."
my actual vocabulary in real life consists mostly of
- (weird noises)
- what the hell
- i’m going to kill you
- fuck you
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