#maranda rambles

[teenytinymoss]

Seeing other people in public with their headphones on is so intriguing. Like, what are they listening to? A podcast? Classical music? Their favorite song on repeat? Idk and it really fascinates me

[teenytinymoss]

NEW CARDIGAN IM IN LOVE ITS SO SOFT WHAT

[teenytinymoss]

I really just want to travel and visit local cafés and go where nobody knows me so I can figure out who I am exactly

[artistimistic]

????

Tall rolling hills of sand bordered the landscape, like a daunting wall that closed us off from the outside. My bare feet squished and sunk into the sand as we walked further, seemingly for miles into the distance towards nothingness. The sun was high in the horizon beating down, and causing beads of sweat to roll down our faces. The never changing landscape was such an unnerving experience; almost like you were a character in an old cartoon with a repeating background wheel. Finally, after what felt like hours we could see what was once a village in the peak of a sand dune. The wind was heavier here, and we had pulled clothes over our mouths to protect ourselves from the swirling sharp sand. As we got closer, you could clearly see just how long this once village had been abandoned. Short buildings made of crude stone work were crumbled and caved in on themselves, sand filled most rooms that we entered, like a layer of colored dust. It swirled up around our feet as we went, and continued our exploration. We were on an archaeological dig, and our subject was an abandoned village in the Sahara. This village had been combed through several times already, however we wished to dig deeper. There was a legend that rumored to great treasures; but no one had yet to locate them. I quickly used the back of my arm to wipe the sweat off my brow, my dark skin seeming almost reflective in the still bright sunlight. It was however slowly starting to sink, which didn't mean we had long to explore or to set up camp. I decided to separate myself from the other group of scholars on this dig and do some exploring of my own. As they continued to view empty buildings that had been walked through a hundred times over, I was slowly going through piles of sand to see if I could see any secrets below them. I dug and I dug, finding the occasional bone or piece of stone but nothing of excitement. It quickly began to grow cold and dark, the rolling sand hills seeming even more menacing with the spotlight of the moon casting it's gaze upon their massive glory. The temperature had dropped significantly and now my body was racked with chills. I stood up slowly, my joints popping after having been knelt in the same position. I turned to rejoin the group, however I could not find them. Fear started to work its way into my brain, as I searched more and more desperately for my friends. They must have not noticed my absence and already left for camp. I decided the best thing would be to hole myself into one of the more stable abandoned houses, away from the wind and the sand. I took 10 paces forward, and swiftly fell downwards, the sand falling out from beneath me as I fell into a deep pit.