[cannibalchicken]

[zluty-spendlik]

[geeseareassholes]

[chillyfeetsteak]

a few doors down from me my neighbors have a squirrel bar nailed to the tree in front of the sidewalk, not exactly this but something like this:

it's been there for years and they never "stock" it so it's just sitting there. anyway, i thought it would be cute to make a little squirrel out of sculpey and leave it on one of the stools in the middle of the night. i also made a little sculpey beer bottle with its own label.

it lasted exactly one day and now it is gone. it didn't fall off, i stuck it on with tape. what do you think happened to it? your most fantastical and wrong answers only, please

[chillyfeetsteak]

HUGE NEWS HUGE UPDATE

squirrel REAPPEARED today... NOW PAINTED

[chillyfeetsteak]

i wanted to provide another update because there has been more activity at the nut bar

a few weeks ago i sculpted a new patron:

and put him in the bar. the next day he was gone. a couple weeks later he reappeared painted... but with ANOTHER new guest: a 3D printed squirrel based on the first one i sculpted (with a bottle!)

:)

[caleod]

12-8-26

[gothredy]

[thehopefulquotes]

“You’re so hard on yourself. Take a moment. Sit back. Marvel at your life: at the grief that softened you, at the heartache that made you wiser, at the suffering that strengthened you. Despite everything you still grow. Be proud of this.”

— Unknown

[gothredy]

[thoughtkick]

“Not everyone deserves to know the real you. Let them criticize who they think you are.”

— Unknown

[thehopefulquotes]

“People need to be encouraged. People need to be reminded of how wonderful they are. People need to be believed in - told that they are brave and smart and capable of accomplishing all the dreams they dream, and more. Remind each other of this.”

— Stacey Jean Speer

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[eman-emm]

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[remanence-of-love]

[titansaresexy]

I have a graveyard inside me; the name I don't say. Memories I don't touch. Versions of myself I buried because nobody came to save them. And somehow, I still dust these graves, hoping the murderers will come back with a red rose.

[wordx]

[rootlessly]

ocracoke, 18 may

[remanence-of-love]

[midnightinshadow]

[neverlvnd]

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