TORTLES!!!

often,

i feel like a lost sailor in a vast expanse of ocean. A tiny dot of an entity, in comparison to the hugeness of the sea. At times, waves toss my small dinghy, water pouring over the sides, soaking me to my bone. I lie gasping for air in the face of such great loss and pain.

Other days I can lay against the side of the ship, hand dangling in the water, and allow myself rest. Soft shoals of sand shimmer far beneath the calming ebb of the waves, lulling me to sleep.

Raising my spyglass to my eye provides little to no insight into the future temperament of the sea.

Sometimes I wish i could delve deep into the waves themselves. Find the tides and currents that I would ride to new destinations. No longer confined to my tiny vessel. No longer at the mercy of that next storm.

I wonder if one day life will allow for more control over my direction. My destination.

I wish to navigate this sea with the adeptness not only of sailors, but of the creatures that live inside it. I want to make this chaos known. As familiar as a home.

But for now i am battered helplessly against walls of water. Tossed from moment to moment, clinging onto my ship for dear life. Praying for the next soft day. Constantly at the mercy of the ocean. Lost without a will of my own.

I grow tired of battling for an inch of direction. Maybe one day I will know this sea better.

ive become properly toasted

bIG pog

and it still went HARD

wilbur sang the fall for us while his voice was literally dying and his guitar had four fucking strings on it i do not think we appreciate this man enough actually

these speed bumps keep screaming.

Why is that?

i wish people would stop staring at me.

just because i dont have skin doesn’t mean i don’t have feelings

i want to run away and bury myself in a bog.

Just inhale peat moss.

Let watercress grow from my ribs.

no more society.

no more squabbles.

only frogs and phosphine.

:,)

has anyone spotted my lost rampant cryptid? He’s freakishly tall, has an unflinchingly beautiful gaze, and sometimes whispers memes to the wind.

I lost him somewhere by the sea and I’m pretty sure it claimed him. Which is OK (we’ve all been there), as long he comes back soon.

If he hasn’t been engulfed in the safe embrace of the ocean- well then THATS when I begin to worry. He is incredibly resilient while most people’s car alarms and windows are NOT.

If you have strange items that look like they could go into a magpie’s hoard DO NOT LOOK AWAY from them.

He will take them

He likes… treasures :3

I just hope he comes back soon. I miss his chaos.

my 4am minecraft binges are not happy about this post

My kind of therapy

ah to be famous.

to leave my home to watch people pour out of their own houses and follow behind me.

To be the leader of a procession of my fans, all moving in sync.

None of them smile. They follow along behind me eyes unnaturally wide. People ahead join our procession regardless of if they know me or not. Some try to run away screaming. No one gets very far.

Ah fame. The best way to summon an army... an army who’s purpose is unknown. All we bring is chaos.

"you'll understand when you're older" is a song for early morning walks where it's a little bit chilly but you're not freezing because the sun is out