the reason you find little cuts and bruises you don’t remember getting is because at night bats fly in your room and beat you up in your sleep
Coraline. The Graveyard Book. American Gods. The Ocean at the End of the Lane.
They all make me feel something I’ve never quite gotten from anywhere else. The way swimming at sunset with fireflies feels. What it’s like to discover a trap door in an old house. The quiet bravery of steeling yourself against the dark and all the shadows that hide within it.
Night Vale touches those parts of my brain. Locke and Key did, too. I love people who create with unrestrained respect for mystery, fear, heart and joy.
I wish we got notifications when people published our asks instead of having to refresh their blog like every second