#or maybe i’ll journal :

[angelmush]

i should start collaging the covers of my journals again these were beautiful

[c0mbatchameleon]

Waiting til the last minute to do the final project that we’ve had all semester to do and has the specific instructions “do not wait until the last minute to do this” lfgggg

[stonechild]

complaining about social anxiety on the social anxiety website filled with people who have social anxiety <3

[knock-knock-itsdeath]

The most recent installment in the Gravity Falls/Bee and Puppycat crossover

[heckarum]

[ratskool]

I’m like Johnny Truant in the tags of every goddamn post I make or reblog on this site and I’m not apologizing. If you want me to apologize come over to my house and you can talk to the minotaur about it

[dogsofsorrow]

my morning

[transmechanicus]

“I’ll be fine i just need to uhhhhhhh idk kill” but like…what if i did haha

[yuukimiyas]

good mornie & happy wkly midway point my loves!! ꒰ ⸝⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷⸝⸝꒱ this is my face rn bc!! i am officially getting another comm!! eeeep!! i am so so excited!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡ i work all day but i’m stocking & cleanin most of today so i’m not sure how much i’ll be on but i will try my best!! :3 have the most incredible weds ever!!! ૮ ˆﻌˆ ა

[birb-tangleblog]

Next:

SO- I’ve always been fascinated by ‘apocalypse logs’ and environmental storytelling, particularly in survival or post-apoc games where you find letters and messages from those who came before you, and get to know them/see a glimpse of their world and life through what they’ve left behind.

I’ve been mulling over the idea of experimenting and doing something similar w/ Hector for a while, and I finally finished up this first set! I’d like to continue uploading panel by panel (because I’m impatient to post/want to take it slow, but also b/c I think it’ll add to the effect if it unravels over time? maybe?) and then compile them in a long strip at the end.

Not sure when the next ‘update’ will be, this is v casual, but stay tuned. 👀

[rabid-possums-blog]

Very upset at the fact that dungeons don’t exist. I just want to be able to go on an adventure only to underestimate my skills and have my dead body be used for environmental storytelling.

[v0latileromantic]

this is jen barber, she works in IT but knows nothing about computers. every screencap of her is super blurry but idc. i want her

[twinprime]

i am a lover of small bags and i am a lover of carrying in them as many things as physically possible

[deancaskiss]

just created a personal sideblog that im gonna use as a kinda diary for some of my more personal rambling posts about my thoughts and feelings and experiences. if there’s anyone who wants to know the url (if there is anyone who wants to actually hear my babbling rambles about the good and the bad and real life things) then comment or message me and let me know and I’ll share the url with you <3

[couthbbg]

hey deary! this tweet is likely why everyone's in panic mode - https://x.com/reporterchris/status/1788952764577456512

(if you're unable to view, the contents of the tweet are as follows: "Without saying it explicitly, the #leafs leadership/management couldn't have made it more clear reading between the lines that they're going to explore moving one or more members of their core this summer." )

LMAO - this tweet to me says: “I can’t say that leadership said they wanted to trade Mitch because they literally didn’t say that, but they couldn’t have made it more clear (by not saying it) bc I’m fluent in ‘body language’ like a lead actor in an early 2000s detective drama and I know that when they scratched their left ear twice they were saying bye bye #16, even tho (can’t stress this enough) they didn’t say that”

[thebetterbrogane]

here’s a poem i wrote about ptsd

As the moon starts sinking, slowly thinking during her dark descent,

I am beckoned closer, purely out of love, to my love’s pure embrace.

He whispers sweet sayings, sings affection, tells me it’s not fiction,

Because he knows of my affliction, affliction that runs deep—

Deeper than the snow that lays atop a mountain’s frozen face—

I keep warm in his embrace.

The moon’s pallid position in the sky, now noon high, shines on us,

Reflects off our scarred skin and enters our watery, glassy sad eyes,

And we can see stars against our retinas, right against our minds,

Exposing all the lies, lies I tell him to help us find sleep,

For, some nights, I do not have my own trust, lying is a must,

I lie to myself for love.

I wish to look away, to pull the curtain of night down to fold

Like a partition against judgment of who I’ve now become.

I reach for stars to cover my head with, cometh Heaven, succumb;

Succumb unto the skin of my palm, weathered with stories untold;

Ones that tell of dark horrors more terrifying by tenfold,

And one created of pure gold.

Nestled around the base of a finger, my eyes linger, on gold.

It shines in the moonlight, and if I look just right, it’s like sun.

Warm beams break through the night’s curtain to bathe me in gold; I can’t run.

To run from the embrace of Heaven’s gold would cast me in cold;

Such an inescapable cold, I remember it all now—

I remember his warm hold.

“Keep the stars up in the sky,” he reminds me; I tend to space out.

I blink them away from my retinas, let them fall from my lashes and onto the bed sheets;

Let moonlight return to night in peace, piece by piece in peace of mind;

With a piece of mine, my heart, my broken folly of a soul,

I caress the ring of pure gold and promise to stay devout;

A laugh blooms from his mouth.

As the sun starts rising, slowly thinking during her bright ascent,

I’m closer than ever, from more than love, tucked into my love’s embrace.

His warm laughter echoes in the conch-curved shell of my pierced ears,

Tells me that the sea could be filled with my tears, I cry so much—

Malice becomes magic when he speaks, laughter becomes crow’s feet on my face—

He keeps warm in my embrace.