It’s raining and I’m dry.
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It’s raining and I’m dry.
Normalize bedroom cryptids. Normalize strange bedroom things.
For around 5 months now, I have had a missing watch in my bedroom that goes off at the 35th minute of every hour without fail. When I tell people this, they respond with questions along the lines of: "Do you want me to help you find it?" or "How do you sleep with that!? Doesn't it wake you up?"
Listen to me: I don't want to find it. It cannot be turned off. If I did find it, I would have no power to stop the beeps. I cannot operate it. It is a beast that I cannot tame.
Instead I learned to enjoy it. I enjoy confusing my house guests. I enjoy acknowledging it when it goes off and doing nothing about it. That watch chose to let me know it still lingers within the hidden spaces of my bedroom.
It makes my room feel like my own.
So I implore you: Don't feel shame in loving your room for its abnormalities. Embrace it! Creep out your house guests with your room's charm! Don't feel bad about people judging your unconditional love towards inanimate occurrences!
Interested in a monster boyfriend who is kind, supportive, intellectual and enjoys deep thinking/conversation... Werewolves, demons and aliens are preferred. Taller than 6 ft is a bonus but not required. Must love cats.
he just want some love, alright?
♥ [take him home with you!] ♥
I’m really soft for the idea of waking up in bed with my f/o, their bare chest against my bare back, their arm on my waist or draping over my arm with our fingers intertwined and legs tangled and their face buried in my neck
If anyone's bored, tell me about your favorite monsters!
I hope you're all enjoying the mothman spam because I'm not stopping.
I hope the Fresno Nightcrawlers have little mouths and they go “borpborpborpborp” and they waddle away