#(I'm 27 :)))) )

[crazy-brazilian]

[tohakumaru]

>you lower your head and touch the tip of the nomad's beak >you put the palm of your hand against the side of its head, tenderly

the nomad closes its eyes and presses its forehead against yours, and the world explodes behind your rotting eye lids. flashes of pink, white, and red streaking over a stream of technicolours. your heart bursts with hope, like the first time you'd ever seen fireworks, like the furtive joy of being-let-in-to-a-love-larger-than-life. a warm taste of candied ginger spreads from the tip of your tongue all the way to the back of your throat.

it ends just as quickly and suddenly as it starts. you can't just come back to life. i'm sorry, that's not how this works.

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once upon a time there was a little girl standing by a murky pond, on the side of the road. she was too young to understand desire, so this need, this surging, swirling temptation churning in her stomach ladden with disgust and fright, telling her to crush between her fingers a clump of foaming pink snail eggs resting on the stalk of a lotus surely must be the voice of the devil.

i don't remember how the story ends. i can't tell if the girl went home that night and became a woman, or if she is still sleeping amongst the lotus roots.

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you watch the nomad pulls away, puts its cloak back on, and resumes its walk. begrudgingly, your faltering limbs move as if of their own will, and bring you along. as silence makes itself known like a tertiary character in a crude paperback novel, you become acutely aware of a desperate thirst. your throat is all but parched, shrivelled flesh, brittle bones; fingertips grating away with sand like chalk on the pavement.

then it appears before you. a gaping hole in the sand: a pool of water inside a black rock, an abnormal outcrop in the sea of sand. the water is crystal-clear and so perfectly still, its reflection of the empty sky gives the impression of an infinite pit. as casual as can be, the nomad approaches the pool and dips its beak in a few time. then it stands aside and looks at you.

without waiting for an invite, emboldened by the incredible thirst, you rush towards the water. at first you try to cup your hands to drink, but the water keeps leaking through so you abandon all attempts at etiquette and sink your head in, lapping up the water like an animal. and who cares, who cares? so beautiful, my love, as the water runs down your chin, wets your neck and splashes all over your hair.

when the thirst subsides you see a fleck of silver at the bottom of the pool. the moon, the bastard! you claw at the water, trying to catch it with your fingers. give it back, give it all back. please. please. please. i want to go home.

but that's not how this works.

the nomad puts its hand on your shoulder. it's time to carry on.

read the previous chapter here

story up to date here

[redluminous]

[sailor-aviator]

spiritually, i've been 105 for thirty years

[misshazelevers20]

My best friend, @belongstocaptaindoyle , made this for my birthday ❤️❤️❤️ thank you so much, your friendship means the world to me and I am so lucky to have you in my life!!!

[something-about-sunflowers]

Idk how we can make this easier for people. I really don’t.

If you’re going to post any variation of ‘I hate/dislike x’ in the tag for x, that is rude. You are being rude. Your justifications don’t matter. Your caveats don’t matter. ‘I dislike x in a blorbo way’ means nothing. You are still contributing to the problem of ‘x hate in the x tag’. Stop it.

To go on to say ‘don’t hate on people for liking/disliking a character, people are allowed to have opinions, sweaties’ is just. incredibly condescending. and missing the point of what a lot of people in the x tag are complaining about. Nobody cares if you hate x as long as we don’t have to see you talking about how much or why or in what way you hate x. That’s it. That is our only problem here. With this specific thing. (the anon hate is another issue entirely)

We will gladly champion your right to hate x and to talk about hating x, just as long as we don’t have to see it. Don’t tag it. Tag it with ‘x critical’ or ‘anti-x’ or ‘x hate’ or literally anything else. This should not be a discussion we keep needing to have. This shouldn’t have been up for discussion in the first place. Its just fucking manners.

I know (or am guessing) the op intended that post to be a joke. That doesn’t change the fact that we’re fucking tired of this shit. In fact that actually kind of makes it worse. We’re tired. We’re so fucking tired of having to argue, constantly, against people who aren’t joking just so we can have some fucking peace and enjoy x like the rest of yall enjoy y and z.

I’m sorry to make an example of op, I’m not blocking them before I post this, so its possible/likely they’ll see this, but if you’re gonna do this shit in the tag then I think vagueing/not @/naming you is like. the most you’re owed.

[allovesthings]

It's my birthday today !!!!!

[fallout-lou-begas]

Ay! Woah! Hey! Bada-bing! Today’s my birthday!

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

😍❤️💋

[vxmpirehunterd]

  {happy birthday to me and my first Saturn return y’all}

[nejkos]

some people will tell you the secret to looking youthful is botox or never moving your facial muscles again. They are wrong. The secret to looking youthful is adult acne.

[nocturne-daemon]

It is...

🎈🎂BORFDAY🎂🎈

[theschalowest]

Coworker: How old are you?

Me, who looks younger than I actually am:

[aviscranio]

Happy Birthday to me~🎉🎂

[cevans-is-classic]

I just said dueces, and everyone in the room looked confused

[boiled-bronze]

Day 27. The (I think) universal experience