Sam Sleepystal

Breaching containment one day at a time! 20, Any Pronouns

[sleepystal]

Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me

[sleepystal]

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

         I have been half in love with easeful Death,

Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

         To take into the air my quiet breath

[thursdaylast]

[sleepystal]

Splinters

[hitroow]

Pd classpects target audience me and maybe three other people

[sleepystal]

just a couple of bros

[sleepystal]

“I want you to make me feel alive”

[sleepystal]

“Subdue the regret. Dust yourself off, proceed. You'll get it in the next life, where you don't make mistakes. Do what you can with this one, while you're alive.”

Disco Elysium inspired William Wisp portrait <3

[sleepystal]

wonderlust fizzfangs rough design! a bat and a weasel

[sleepystal]

someone had to do it

[dellyjellyfish-deactivated20250]

NO FUCKING WAY THIS SHOWS UP ON MY FEED AFTER THE GRIZZLY CREW CHAT LE FROG X MARK INCIDENT

[sleepystal]

the. the what

[sleepystal]

someone had to do it

[sleepystal]

I liked judgement episode one a lot. take this

[sleepystal]

canon to me

[sleepystal]

I just think they’re in love 🫶

[even-disco-baby]

THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES

PROBLEM

The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?

SOLUTION

You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.

[sleepystal]

ghosting these knives? perchance!

[sleepystal]

EIGHT (I liked this episode a lot)