✮ Crackpot Palace ✮

"I'm going crazy out here" I am my own target audience

[crackpotpalace]

About ME !!

CRACKPOT: an eccentric or foolish person

17, She/Her, Australian, huge art fan (human made ofc)

I write, and I paint shirts, and do gouache paintings, and I play guitar and a bit of bass and piano, and I fangirl, and watch movies, and DIY, and collect physical media, and I read, and that's about it.

My main fandoms: Geese/Cameron Winter, Black Country New Road, Magdalena Bay, The Beatles, the 60s/70s, DIYs and art, fashion, music broadly, Twin Peaks, other cool films, also political issues, and formal writing

[its-emimi]

Happy Pride month! 🌈

[crackpotpalace]

why is checking the time such a jumpscare. two minutes passed, dont tell me its been half an hour. stop it.

[luharibol]

[bobdylanyaoi]

i don't think the gaylors are necessarily wrong for all that i think taylor swift asked them to find secret messages everywhere and then accidentally sent the untrue secret message that she is attracted to women. i do the same thing with bob dylan basically except bob dylan is actually gay and he doesn't think that's a message he's sending but he's sending it and i'm receiving it

[naturallyact]

1965 john lennon... the things i would do -to- for you

[apologize-to-no-one]

[crimeronan]

sometimes i have strong opinions but they're also so inane that halfway through writing a post i'll be like "yeah, this is Absolutely not worth the energy it's taking" and delete everything. but then the opinion is still in my head. and i still want to share it. so within five minutes i go "you know, i bet i can phrase it more succinctly this time" and anyway. you all see where this is going. sometimes i do this four times in a row before i give up on the specific inane opinion and instead write a vague post about the concept of opinions as if that'll satisfy the urge to post the entirety of my inner monologue online. may or may not be relevant to what you're reading right now. and now all our lives have been enriched. you're welcome

[asurrogateblog]

if brian wilson was in the toy story universe he would know about the toys

[crackpotpalace]

every time somebody says something like this i get so incredibly and indescribably sad like Yes of course he would you’re So right. but hes gone and now nobody knows about the toys. i cant handle that

[oldbutchdanielmolloy]

every day i’m like i should reduce my screentime today i should take a little break from tumblr and then 5 minutes later it’s like weeellllll….. surely just one little image wouldn’t hurt……. 🤦‍♀️

[longseasons]

let's all shoot our phones and meet each other outside

[tash-scout]

Rosalía, Halloween 2024 💿

[fairycosmos]

a slaughterhouse. an outlet mall. slot machines. fear of god. you know the usual

[dragon-in-a-fez]

when a government bans young people from using social media, and then categorises messenger apps like Signal and WhatsApp as "social media", they are pushing those young people toward using text messages, a fundamentally insecure form of communication. texts are not encrypted in transit and can be read by both the sender's mobile carrier and the recipient's. that also means they can be leaked in data breaches, subpoenaed, or just handed over willingly to law enforcement at the carriers' discretion.

hmm. I wonder why governments might want this

[ravioliet]

a long distance friend is kind of a dead wife in a way

[squaresaw]

So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess

[eldr1tch-cr0w]

number one rule! never believe ur thoughts after 10 pm . unless its about The Character then believe all of your thoughts wholeheartedly