[mute, absolutely horrifying nightmare that I have to get out. major tw for homophobia, prison, suicide, and gore that gets surreal] I. oh god this is why I wish I had someone I could curl up with after my nightmares, because this image isn't leaving my head.

it involved queerfolk being taken from the bus we were traveling on and just being put... somewhere. I don't know. everything was flat and sickly grey and wet. it was distant and terrifying, like watching a film of the events happen, even with relevant commentary. there was resistance, but mostly people just. gave up, and when they hung themselves, their

bodies just... pulled apart and distorted, like slowly being pulled into pieces by massive swell of gravity. and the voice over commented "I won't play it, but the next fifteen minutes of the audio on the tape is just snapping and crunching sounds. the girls used to call it 'being yourself as you die'."

my night terrors are dark, but they weren't that usually. fuck

happy pride month to me. I guess

oh no ;;

oh nooo

Oh fuck, that's terrifying. Sorry that's in your head