#hums

[humtanket]

goug mornjng Time, to dinking my moik

[iwaschangedforgood]

[hazamussyenjoyer]

i just had like two hours of pure insanity where i just sat down and drew rhis non-stop. hyperfixation does wonders to one’s mind and body

[wldfes]

"The best way to a man's heart? Between the third and fourth rib.

[victi-moo]

i need more frienda so i can complain about my roommate in a bitchy bitter young adult way while also still knowing for a fact no ones making yp ideas about them in their head. i call my roommate ableist and get mad at them for shit but its also like. my roommate genuinely is not a bad person! they are one of the few people i do genuinely really like in this world and i hate that because im a chronic abuse survivor and all my other mental issues i often feel like i cant complain about thinga without accidently implying abuse. and its partially my fault too, i use very strong absolutist language when i complain. i just wish i had like. a mom to complain to or my sisters again. i have rage problems and if i dont verbally vent about things i usually end up hurting myself to self sooth, but i also have to be so careful with how i verbalize things and to who because i have had a lot of times in the past where ill complain ab someone and the other person will immediately assume THE WORST EVER of the other. i hate it!

[thekingwhohappenstolikeyellow]

hey. so uh, I might’ve. Knocked out the person who was bothering me early. Do we have a free cage or..

@thejesteroflostcarcosa

in the Dungeon

[manonoftheforest]

My cat, Selkie, sometimes she sits so still

Sometimes her shadow seems to curl around me

Selkie loves me, I'm sure of that, but sometimes her form shakes

And she's everything and nothing at once

She smells of dirt sometimes, dirt from graves. I do not understand how I know that smell

Selkie often comes home, a frog in her mouth, amd sometimes that frog is too big, too toothy. Too alive

She came from my mother, from my grandmother, who got her from her grandmother, who got her from her grandmother, who says she came from a well so deep in the forest.

A forest that couldn't possibly be that deep, out crawled a cat who possibly couldn't be that old.

I fear Selkie may not be a cat at all, but then she lays on my chest, and purrs so loud, so deep, I think nothing more of it