same old ghost 🌿🦉
@sameoldghost.bsky.social
Writes: mystery & fantasy
Loves: gothic fiction, musicals, video games
Sir that's my emotional support personification of death | she/her 🍃
Loves: gothic fiction, musicals, video games
Sir that's my emotional support personification of death | she/her 🍃
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[coquettishly] I hear your leitmotif incorporates the theme of the enemy empire
Can't start on dinner because the kitchen lamp's lightbulb burned out and now there's no warm light to counterbalance the Big Light. Hope you understand
December 28, 2025 at 4:19 AM
Can't start on dinner because the kitchen lamp's lightbulb burned out and now there's no warm light to counterbalance the Big Light. Hope you understand
God The Nutcracker is just banger after banger isn't it. How did Tchaikovsky do it
December 26, 2025 at 1:28 AM
God The Nutcracker is just banger after banger isn't it. How did Tchaikovsky do it
Having a set of locks rekeyed, the guy teased me for having misplaced a key earlier then said 'sorry, that was a bit mean,' and I replied 'no no, I need that,' so sign me up for therapy I guess
December 18, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Having a set of locks rekeyed, the guy teased me for having misplaced a key earlier then said 'sorry, that was a bit mean,' and I replied 'no no, I need that,' so sign me up for therapy I guess
Sorting Christmas songs into ao3 tags. Let It Snow and Baby It's Cold Outside are both 'there's only one bed.' That's as far as I've gotten
December 11, 2025 at 10:39 PM
Sorting Christmas songs into ao3 tags. Let It Snow and Baby It's Cold Outside are both 'there's only one bed.' That's as far as I've gotten
Holding my hand above my steaming mug of tea just to feel something (warm)
December 10, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Holding my hand above my steaming mug of tea just to feel something (warm)
Glanced in the mirror while wearing an olive crop tank and thought '!! just like Lara Croft!' and then considered for 0.5 seconds longer and thought 'okay well not JUST like Lara Croft,'
December 10, 2025 at 9:16 PM
Glanced in the mirror while wearing an olive crop tank and thought '!! just like Lara Croft!' and then considered for 0.5 seconds longer and thought 'okay well not JUST like Lara Croft,'
It's never a conversation with the person.
The actual dead person would say something like what Empress Elisabeth's dead father says to her when she tries to speak with him from beyond the grave:
The actual dead person would say something like what Empress Elisabeth's dead father says to her when she tries to speak with him from beyond the grave:
December 10, 2025 at 8:09 PM
It's never a conversation with the person.
The actual dead person would say something like what Empress Elisabeth's dead father says to her when she tries to speak with him from beyond the grave:
The actual dead person would say something like what Empress Elisabeth's dead father says to her when she tries to speak with him from beyond the grave:
Freezing to death! in Costco's grocery room
November 20, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Freezing to death! in Costco's grocery room
Me [stirring the melting ice cream into my tea]: soup :)
November 9, 2025 at 11:34 PM
Me [stirring the melting ice cream into my tea]: soup :)
No, the two thin red lines on my shoulder are not scratches left by an overly enthusiastic vampire bat; I carried a heavy grocery bag yesterday and I am Delicate
November 8, 2025 at 4:05 AM
No, the two thin red lines on my shoulder are not scratches left by an overly enthusiastic vampire bat; I carried a heavy grocery bag yesterday and I am Delicate
[trying to think of something relatable to post] Prince Gremin's aria hits harder if he turns sharply to Onegin after delivering the final line, revealing he does understand the threat after all
November 7, 2025 at 11:31 PM
[trying to think of something relatable to post] Prince Gremin's aria hits harder if he turns sharply to Onegin after delivering the final line, revealing he does understand the threat after all
Not now babe, my favorite Russian boy snuck a bit of Jekyll & Hyde into his performance of Epiphany from Sweeney Todd and now I'm thinking about how the way in which the world shatters us shapes the mask we wear to survive in it
November 7, 2025 at 10:17 PM
Not now babe, my favorite Russian boy snuck a bit of Jekyll & Hyde into his performance of Epiphany from Sweeney Todd and now I'm thinking about how the way in which the world shatters us shapes the mask we wear to survive in it
Accidentally made eye contact with a guy who was in the midst of a devilish smile while talking on the phone. Sir what are we
November 7, 2025 at 2:29 AM
Accidentally made eye contact with a guy who was in the midst of a devilish smile while talking on the phone. Sir what are we
Unfortunately I've discovered that my velvet leggings (plaid, christmas-y, commercial) are warmer than my other velvet leggings (royal blue, coordinating, élégant)
November 4, 2025 at 8:59 PM
Unfortunately I've discovered that my velvet leggings (plaid, christmas-y, commercial) are warmer than my other velvet leggings (royal blue, coordinating, élégant)
Not to alarm anyone, but there's a cat in the pomegranate tree
November 3, 2025 at 9:19 PM
Not to alarm anyone, but there's a cat in the pomegranate tree
And now, testifying for the defense.... Miss! Evelyn! Nesbit!! ✨️
November 1, 2025 at 12:41 AM
And now, testifying for the defense.... Miss! Evelyn! Nesbit!! ✨️
Reposted by same old ghost 🌿🦉
"Let's play house 🥰" but the house is haunted. Our laughter fills the kitchen, but the floorboards creak upstairs. We ignore it until we can't. Drawers slammed by hands unseen, cups thrown, knives thrown. To the basement, we agree, frantic. This is not an allegory. We're still down here. Send help
October 29, 2025 at 10:13 PM
"Let's play house 🥰" but the house is haunted. Our laughter fills the kitchen, but the floorboards creak upstairs. We ignore it until we can't. Drawers slammed by hands unseen, cups thrown, knives thrown. To the basement, we agree, frantic. This is not an allegory. We're still down here. Send help
A perfume that smells like the whir of a cassette tape before the audio starts, black coffee at 11 pm, a box of scrawled notes written in faded ink, a half-eaten doughnut, and the urge to look out the window into the darkness, just in case
October 29, 2025 at 11:59 PM
A perfume that smells like the whir of a cassette tape before the audio starts, black coffee at 11 pm, a box of scrawled notes written in faded ink, a half-eaten doughnut, and the urge to look out the window into the darkness, just in case
"Let's play house 🥰" but the house is haunted. Our laughter fills the kitchen, but the floorboards creak upstairs. We ignore it until we can't. Drawers slammed by hands unseen, cups thrown, knives thrown. To the basement, we agree, frantic. This is not an allegory. We're still down here. Send help
October 29, 2025 at 10:13 PM
"Let's play house 🥰" but the house is haunted. Our laughter fills the kitchen, but the floorboards creak upstairs. We ignore it until we can't. Drawers slammed by hands unseen, cups thrown, knives thrown. To the basement, we agree, frantic. This is not an allegory. We're still down here. Send help
Am I to be forced to deal with a new Outlook icon on top of everything
October 29, 2025 at 12:50 AM
Am I to be forced to deal with a new Outlook icon on top of everything
I dreamed I wrote a post that went extremely viral, but unfortunately I can't remember what it was--when I tried to look at it in my dream, the original post wouldn't load and all I could see were the comments. I'm sure this means... something
October 24, 2025 at 7:37 PM
I dreamed I wrote a post that went extremely viral, but unfortunately I can't remember what it was--when I tried to look at it in my dream, the original post wouldn't load and all I could see were the comments. I'm sure this means... something
me: today I will embody the spirit of autumn, all shades of changing leaves & evergreens, chic layers, warm and effortless
my mirror: keebler elf
my mirror: keebler elf
October 24, 2025 at 12:09 AM
me: today I will embody the spirit of autumn, all shades of changing leaves & evergreens, chic layers, warm and effortless
my mirror: keebler elf
my mirror: keebler elf
Reposted by same old ghost 🌿🦉
the demon haunting me: YOU'RE MINE
me: oh my god, no way, so... you like me?
me: oh my god, no way, so... you like me?
October 23, 2025 at 10:18 PM
the demon haunting me: YOU'RE MINE
me: oh my god, no way, so... you like me?
me: oh my god, no way, so... you like me?
[already wearing two sweaters] let me go put on my sweater
October 23, 2025 at 4:18 PM
[already wearing two sweaters] let me go put on my sweater
A perfume that smells like the gentle click clack of knitting needles, tinny voices from an old radio play, too much berry jam heaped onto scones, and the whistle of a kettle about to boil
October 22, 2025 at 6:22 PM
A perfume that smells like the gentle click clack of knitting needles, tinny voices from an old radio play, too much berry jam heaped onto scones, and the whistle of a kettle about to boil