#mumblelard

[mumblelard]

standing still. watching the shadows of passing cars scattering over the sleeping trees. feeling the cold grabbing me. my hands stinging

[skullgirls]

for my 24th birthday babo and i took our first road trip together in years to savannah. despite spending my entire existence in the state of georgia, i somehow had never been.

we met goats, cows, emus, llamas, and miniature donkeys at a gas station petting zoo on the way. jumped in the atlantic ocean and froze our asses off. hunted for seashells. explored savannah, got lost, took tequila shots at pinky master’s, got lost again. witnessed a dodge charger hit another car and fly six feet in the air before somehow driving off. accidentally convinced countless locals that we were in a cult while trying to find the lodge of sorrows. and saw wednesday on a thursday.

on friday we explored savannah some more, found bacon-egg-and-cheese bagels and coffee that were somehow the temperature of the surface of the sun and never cooled down, saw the grave of america’s foremost painter of miniatures, and walked along the savannah river.

i’ve had a lot of shitty birthdays for a myriad of reasons but this was a really good one

[doedecahedron]

[noneofthisisreal]

i was reminding finn that her chin ends right where my chin begins hashtag melonhead mumblelard

[brerfly]

What’s even better than a low poly bear? My new low poly rhino from Mumblelard!

[showyourbedhead]

mumblelard

[unicornery]

I am never more motivated or inspired than when I see a dashboard lol on the IOS tumblr app, and I decide to go capture it on my computer.

So I give you, amputation themes by mumblelard and ultimatepisshead. 

dadshaw gets a mention too b/c she was the first one to show me that "goddamn leg" clip from RHO*. 

[noneofthisisreal]

this documentary was really really funny to stoned twenty something mumblelards in the early nineties

[mumblelard]

grace or wok skills

i entered my attic bedroom and a large shaven headed man was there sitting on the edge of the bed. it used to be his room and his family still lived in the house below. gone for many years and seldom mentioned, i had assumed he was dead

the skin on his face was interrupted by a pattern, a harlequin of broken glass, with large shards painted to look like skin but not. i couldn't tell what was concealed under the paint

he asked me if they would be able to tell and i had to tell him yes and he wept

[mumblelard]

manifestations of my familiar or first five favorites shuffle

[mumblelard]

candy corn gorp and rich text rosetta stones

[mumblelard]

the scrying mirror or winter wanes

yesterday was a difficult day and yesternight was a difficult night, but today already feels like something better. the last gasping grasp of the dark season, one hopes

this year i have decided to abandon the astronomical accounting of seasons and also happy last day of winter imaginary constructs