a short comic about witches and wishes and wanting things.
a post apocalyptic world but instead of the mad max nonsense basic bros are in love with, most of us just join farming communities
do u know how many people actively enjoy growing their own food & creating their own clothes & crafts? when this capitalist hellscape collapses you’re nuts if you think we’re not taking advantage of that
The post apocalypse is the farmer’s market renaissance you imagine, but everyone still dresses like they’re extras from Mad Max for the aesthetic.
my eyes have been opened
loud noises when u have sensory processing issues is like russian roulette. maybe nothing will happen maybe you’ll spend the next hour sitting in a corner it’s a tossup
Explain you eldritch blob.
sometimes the loud noise break the gaud
sometimes the loud noise break all body systems for the next 30 minutes or so
finished 3 short stories this week… idk what’s going on w/ me but i’ve narrowed it down to 1) successful medication management or 2) accidentally made pact w/ devil, am reaping the benefits
the horror stories are, in no particular order
- it looks like a person but it’s Not, aka the interplay childhood guilt, anger & abuse
- consciousness & lucidity are fickle masters and i’m on the worst trip of my life
- lesbian selkie woo! the only happy story, somehow contains more gore than everything else put together. body horror as a heavy handed metaphor for my fear of intimacy stemming from trauma
- the woods are spooky WHO HAS MY TAIL
i’ll be putting together a e-book in the next month or 2. maybe on gumroad?
i don’t want portrayals of muses as elegant nymph-like goddesses. i want muses that hit you over the head with a sandal until you sit down and do the thing
*me exploring my own headspace* well damn this place needs some fairy lights…some drapes …a poster…SOMETHING
I never thought I would love pigs so much after watching one video
i like how different people prefer different styles of casual communication. you prefer to avoid abbreviations and to use unambiguous grammar? that’s fine. using abbr to save time & bc u trust the reader to interpret? that’s fine. prefer not to proofread/pellcheck? also fine. concerned with the flow of words, use of punctuation? that’s fine. or u don’t thats fine too. prefer not to clarify bc readers can infer? ✓
social media doesnt require mla formatting language is meant to adapt to our needs not the other way round. if the meaning is accessible to the reader then congrats language served its primary purpose
so it turns out actual whale songs are significantly less relaxing than society led me to believe
u expect me to sleep to nature’s alarm bells
this sent me into the first stages of sensory shutdown within 20 seconds
The real question: Do animals think we’re cute just like we think they are?
not. in. this. way
Elaphants see us the same way we see puppies. We’re small, dumb, and cute
Magnets: I want to commit diamagnetic
how did I never once think to use tape fuck
one time as a kid I forcefully shoved two magnets together, and these were the strong magnets my dad used in his shop to pick-up missing little metal bits, and I held them really tightly in the palm of my hand, went up to this one kid who legit said things like “I think black cats are bad, they should be drowned” and drew crosses on the notebooks of kids if she found out they didn’t go to church, I told her “Hey. I’m a witch. If you don’t stop trying to hurt animals and picking on kids, I’ll use my magic to throw you into the sky”, and when she dared to doubt my powers I told her that I had two “rocks” in my hand that I could send across the playground, then I opened my hand the the magnets shot off in two different directions (we were over in a spot that was empty, so no other kids were around, nobody got hurt), one of them stuck to a drainpipe and the other stuck to a fence. This kid SCREAMED, and ran to the office, and I guess had her mom pick her up from school, and then she wasn’t there for a couple of days, finally her mom called my house and claimed I had “traumatized her daughter by performing a terrifying magic trick”, and when my parents asked what I did I just said “I showed her a magnet and she flipped out. She’s not gonna be happy when she finds out about gravity, either”. eventually this kid came back to school and always made a point to come up to me and say “Hey, my mom told me not to talk to you!”, and would just be like “Good job, you already screwed that up”
Holy shit
Imagine a beanbag but instead of whatever's in bean bags it was lukewarm Bush's baked beans
i don’t believe in divine retribution, but then life throws people like you at me
how does it feel to be the weapon of the wrath of heaven
How do you feel about dragons
i’m bisexual u shouldn’t have to ask
am realizing this post implies i would fuck a dragon.
first 1) of all being bisexual has nothing to do w/ fucking dragon. as proud bisexuals we simply adore reptile/amphibian/fantasy creatures of all kind. don’t make it weird
2nd) yes i would fuck a dragon if the dragon was sentient & consenting. it has nothing to do w/ being bisexual that’s just tumblr users baby




