Alligator eyes shining in the sunset, Myakka River State Park, Florida

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Alligator eyes shining in the sunset, Myakka River State Park, Florida
“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.”
Spotted in Clackamas, Oregon
I can’t stop thinking about this message, so I spent a while trying to isolate just the writing and make it transparent. I might order a shirt with it
Whoever in Clackamas wrote this message on their bus stop, I love you
[ if you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear. end caption ]
This feels like a @wearepaladin tenet.
“You should get some rest now.”
Can Ghosts Still Paint?
I tried today.
The delicate brushes and tubes of paint slipped right through my tendrils. I have not learned how to bring so many small and tiny things into my ghostly dwelling yet. I long to paint.
I’ll try again tomorrow.
I can’t paint :[
I don’t think anyone believes me when I tell them I’m dead :[
I know it doesn’t make sense, but many things don’t. I exist, yet I don’t. But what truly matters, is what I know. And I know myself to be a ghost.
I once awoke in a car like this, to the soft patter of rain and gentle blue light.
In death, how I can I recreate this cozy and tired feeling after an adventurous day? I will plan a road trip in the human realm. Soon soon sooooon.
Can Ghosts Still Paint?
I tried today.
The delicate brushes and tubes of paint slipped right through my tendrils. I have not learned how to bring so many small and tiny things into my ghostly dwelling yet. I long to paint.
I’ll try again tomorrow.
The Blue Moon 🌚 31st October 2020 🎃
Taken on my telescope 🔭 🌙✨
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I swirled about under the moonlight on Halloween night.
I did.
And felt it’s power.
A friend.
(Photo by Brendan Hanley)
Cenote Maravilla, Playa del Carmen, Quintana Roo, Mexico
I drifted down down down in a cenote such as this.
Was I already dead? I do not remember.
Does my skeleton rest at the bottom of a seemingly bottomless pit?
I do not know.
everchanginghorizon
One of the dreamiest swims out there, and the rest of the world thinks so too. Swipe to see the reality of how crowded this place gets. And they say this is the slow season. So to get a shot we wait for a moment between tour busses and still have to edit out a few people.
A cenoté such as this stirs memories from my earthly life, but remote, unclimbable, hidden in dense jungle, and inescapable once in.
...is this where I died?
「 ig: mariemokatt 」
I’m making these Vegan Buttermilk Biscuits today.
I lifted the vegan butter right out of the store, and floated it away as if on an otherworldly current. Even in death I will experience the fluffy, flaky texture of biscuits.
Here’s the recipe if any other ghosts would like to try: https://www.noracooks.com/vegan-buttermilk-biscuits/
Did I fear dying?
It’s really not so bad, although I don’t remember exactly how it happened. Just where...
Robin Moulder from Jack Off Jill.
I tried to morph my unusually gooey spirit into her image, to no avail.
Perhaps living things will catch a glimpse of us now and again. Is this what we dead look like?
Although I do not remember what I looked like in life, this image resonated with me.
I’d like to think I looked somewhat like my icon. In death, however, I am beautiful in a way not comprehensible to the living.