The corgi of the opera is there… Inside my mind…
Phandoge of the Opera
Oh god thank fucking christ.
I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.
so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!
Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done
The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.
I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.
Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.
Mike Brodie - A Period Of Juvenile Prosperity
"In 2003 at the age of seventeen Mike Brodie was living in Pensacola, Florida, still at High school and working part time bagging groceries. He decided to visit a friend in Mobile, Alabama choosing to train hop and ride illegally. In fact he ended up getting on the wrong train and travelled for three days in the opposite direction to Jacksonville, Florida. Days later, Brodie rode the same train home, arriving back where he started. Nonetheless, it sparked something and Brodie began to wander across the U.S. by any means that were free - walking, hitch-hiking and train hopping. His photographs are of the rough and ready band of young outsiders he met whilst travelling. The soft, warm portraits reveal a romanticised and bohemian view of the transient community." [LN-CC]