if you want to understand the psyche of our generation take a good look at the stories we tell ourselves about the future
because it isn’t flying cars or robot dogs, it’s faceless government surveillance and worldwide pandemics and militarized police brutality and the last dregs of humanity struggling to survive
our generation isn’t self-centered, or lazy, or whatever else they wanna say about us. we are young, and we are here, and we are deeply, deeply afraid.
Bloody Fairy Tales ; Alice in Wonderland
Welcome to Wonderland. Where the Queen of Hearts is the least of your worries. Where, once upon a time, a young Alice stumbled into this world and never found her way out. Many say she went mad, but many are mistaken. She conquered madness by becoming it. The Mad Queen, they say, and her Mad Hatter. These two are the most dangerous people in all of Wonderland. They do not want power, or money, or even fame. All they desire is for the world to revel in their insanity.
Bloody Fairy Tales ; Sleeping Beauty
Do not wake her. This world only stands because she fell. Dear Briar-Rose was beautiful but bitter. As she grew older, the abyss within her grew deeper and blacker until she wanted nothing more than for all the kingdoms to be engulfed in the same darkness. She wreaked havoc and hatred for too long, but a good witch tricked her. On her sixteenth birthday she pricked her finger and fell into an eternal sleep. She could not be killed as even death feared her presence. Now, she sleeps in a bed of poison roses, and waits to be woken by a prince with a heart made of venom and obsidian.
Bloody Fairy Tales ; Little Red Riding Hood
In the deep dark forest you will find a young, beautiful girl dressed in a cape the colour of fresh blood and the crimson moon. She lures travellers in, all scarlett smiles and longing looks. There’s a wolf, she whispers as you follow her further into the darkness, it has fur darker than the abyss, yellow eyes all the better to see you with and a big mouth with the sharpest teeth you’ve ever seen. You’re screaming and your blood is splattering the ground like spilt wine when you realise too late. She is the wolf. She is the big bad wolf in the deep dark forest and she has swallowed you whole.
“Why do girls always feel like they have to apologize for giving an opinion or taking up space in the world? Have you ever noticed that?”
The picture above is of a mushroom thats thought to be a specimen of Clathrus archeri right before its fingers open up. It closely resembles a hand coming out of the ground. It even has the remnants of its tattered sleeves attached to the wrist.