rambles on into the night

I love you guys. Seriously. I’ve been poking around the bookstagram/bookblr community for the past couple of months but I haven’t felt welcoming at all for some reason, and so I keep going back to this place. Browsing through my tag, indeed, made me very nostalgic but it also reminded me of the fact that I’ve been here for almost 5 years and feel like this community has become part of my “family” in a way :) We’ve all seen each other develop and grow and despite all the negativity (hence why I haven’t been active all that much) I still want to say thank you to the people who’ve sticked around here, spreading their positive fibes and content around this community! Y'all are the reason why I’m still here and don’t want to leave ❤


The Mondo record release of the Over the Garden Wall soundtrack had a really cool version of the Beast’s lantern on the cover that showed Wirt and Greg walking through the woods and it was such a neat alternate version I decided to make one. We only get to see that one image for one of the sides though so I had to make up the designs for the Woodsman and Beast but I think they look ok. Still deciding on something for the last side of the lantern.

Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.

Tattoo soulmate au
  • Your soulmate's first words show up on you but plot twist is your soulmate is a meme loving person
  • At the party
  • Person c: hey I think it's that guy that took the last cookie.
  • Person a: *goes up to person b clearly very angry* so, you're that boi huh!!!
  • Person b: *gets a super big grin and raises their hand to reveal those same words printed on their wrist* o shit waddup!
  • Person a: *raises their fore arm to reveal "o shit waddup!" Written in comic sans on it*

what kind of dramatique are you? are you:

  • Kevin “everything’s always about me and when it’s not it really is anyway” Day
  • Andrew “i don’t care about anything but my investment to deals creates drama” Minyard 
  • or
  • Neil “i couldn’t resist the chance to roast someone so hard i created a new type of drag” Josten 
Welcome to Night Vale: A Summary
  • Year 1: introduces you to most of the characters you'll see throughout the series! Also introduces you to the town in general!
  • Year 2: The Strexcorp Storyline (tm)
  • Year 3: Someone Please Hug Cecil Because He Needs A Hug At This Point
  • Year 4: W H O ' S A G O O D B O y ?
I realized heartbreak wasn’t poetic when my sister was driving her car 90mph, her hands clenching the steering wheel and her mumbling “I can’t believe I was so stupid.” because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t turn her broken heart into anything more than a mosaic. because when this boy had to talk in front of the class, his eyes watered when he mentioned her name and he shrugged his shoulders and said “sometimes things just don’t work out.” and he still loved her. because when it happened to me I pictured me going 90mph on the highway, and mumbling about how I still loved him but instead I threw something at the wall and I wrote about it. I wrote about how much it hurt and tried to make my ribs cracking with all the weight of my heavy heart sound poetic but it’s not. nothing is beautiful or poetic about the way your heart feels when someone you loved leaves, or doesn’t stay, or says “I’m sorry, it just has to be this way.” and there’s nothing poetic about driving so fast you’re convinced you’re gonna crash into the bridge, but you don’t. and it’s accidentally taking a breath under water even though you know it’ll get in your lungs but you just couldn’t come up for air and it’s not beautiful, it just makes your lungs fucking burn. heartbreak is going to open your mouth and nothing comes out but a few broken pieces of your heart and you swallow it back down in hopes of no one noticing your heart coming up from the ocean waves forming inside your stomach and with just one more look from him, you know you’ll turn into a hurricane and it’s dangerous. it’s not beautiful. it turns people into natural disasters that destruct anything in their paths. it makes hearts so broken you can barely see the flame that sparked it up in the first place, because the ocean inside of them washed it away, and you can’t love him anymore when he’s a flame and you’re the ocean
—  I know heartbreak isn’t poetic, but writing sure does take some of the pain away