Neck, chest, waist to floor
Easy to take, you could take me in fours
Make me a deal, a day a piece
Take it all, just stay a week
I’ll take you in pieces
We can take it all apart
I’ve suffered shipwrecks right from the start
I’ve been underwater, breathing out and in
I think I’m losing where you end and I begin
Basic space, open air
Don’t look away, when there’s nothing there
I’m setting us in stone
Piece by piece, before I’m alone
Air tight, before we break
Keep it in, keep us safe
It’s a pool of boiling wax
I’m getting in
Let it set
Got to seal this in
Can’t adjust, Can’t relearn
Got to keep what I have, preserve
- taco bell employee: how are you today?
- me: crunchwrap supreme
on repeat for 5 years
Looking up Scottish mythological creatures and
Wulver: a werewolf in Shetland, that is said to have had the body of a man with a wolf’s head. It was reported to have left fish on the windowsills of poor families.
That is the nicest Werewolf legend I’ve ever heard of.
Now I wish I could draw because I’d love to draw this.
Wow shit what a fucking word. Rhododendron. Google says it means tree but I know it’s the name of the robot warlord that’s gonna kill us all.
Scariest dream I’ve had. I was like 6, and I dreamt there was this old nice looking grandma who was killing dudes. And at one point I was driving somewhere with my parents, and the car stopped, so we got out to see what was up, AND THERE WAS A PUDDLE OF BLOOOOD, THE BLOOD OF ONE OF THE PSYCHOPATH GRANDMA’S VICTIMS. Then I was driving on a road in the mountains and she was like hitchhiking, so I got out to fight her or something I don’t know, and the way she was killing people was with a tiny purse, with a huge ass knife sticking out of it. Fucking horrified me.
what if we’ve missed our chance to ever be truly happy? We miscalculated. We ran around so desperately with our head cut off and our heart dragging us, tied like a balloon that we abandoned the thought all together. We got wrong the one thing we were meant to get right