There Are 75 Days Until HALLOWEEN

There are 75 days until HALLOWEEN

Reading the lives of many of the saints, some of them seem almost inhuman. That’s why I’m glad there’s a saint like Joseph of Cupertino, who is known, among other things, for being kind of a dumbass.

He frequently forgot what he was told to do, dropped piles of dishes, found exams “difficult and stressful,” and was generally regarded as “remarkably unclever.” He passed his seminary exams by miraculously only being asked questions he knew. He’s the patron saint of students sitting exams and people with learning disabilities (also pilots, because he was prone to levitation). 

“O Great St. Joseph of Cupertino who while on earth did obtain from God the grace to be asked at your examination only the questions you knew, obtain for me a like favour in the examinations for which I am now preparing.”

a guide to exploring an abandoned farm

be sure to arrive after 8:00 AM and be gone before 10:00 PM. that’s when it sleeps. 

these cows have lived here long before you were born, and they will stay long after you’re gone. you are a guest here. they understand more about these lands than you ever will, so when they run, you should do the same. 

be careful with the sheep. you cannot put the same trust in them as you would the cows, for there are wolves hidden among them. 

there used to be gods in this cornfield. they’ve since vacated, but should you ask them a question politely enough, you might get an echo of an answer in return. don’t bother with the wheat field- whatever lives between those stalks isn’t as kind and does not leave so easily.

the barn door is a mouth; there are teeth concealed in those rosy wooden frames. the voice calling you inside is not a friend. do not listen to them. 

DO NOT ENTER THE WHITE METAL SHED.

if you blink only to open your eyes in a silo, do not struggle. the grain will just swallow you faster.

avoid the yellow patch of grass in front of the farmhouse door. take good care not to step on it. it will show you dead things, ancient things, things you were never meant to see. you won’t come back the same. 

you went into the shed, didn’t you?

the crows will try to speak to you in a language long-dead. just nod respectfully, and hope their desperate calls aren’t warnings. 

keep the scarecrow in your eye-line at all times, for it will move behind your back. don’t give it the opportunity to creep up on you. you won’t like what happens when it catches you. 

do you remember where you are? who you are? can you hear me?

Autumn wallpaper made by me🌻🍂🌞

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autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.

So you know how ghosts are people that didn’t pass on correctly?

Consider this.

Ghosts that are ghosts because they weren’t given proper burials.

Being given a proper burial is a super important thing in like every culture throughout history. The one I’m thinking about the most right now is how ancient Greeks would be buried with coins on their eyes or in their mouth so they could pay the ferryman to take them into the afterlife.

Hell, in also Greek mythology it’s said that the spirits of the dead would come back to haunt the living if they weren’t given a proper burial.

So imagine a ghost whose whole obsession is being buried properly and being given the proper care that it deserves in death because it wasn’t given a proper burial.