ShipWreck

...down where the sea and city meet

[marcelineindisguise]

Me at any minor inconvenience

[grossest-monster-dad]

[zangoonse]

i love the phrase "cruel and unusual." not only is what you're doing mean but it's also quite frankly fucking bizarre

[edgebug]

happy 20 year anniversary of Neil banging out the tunes!

though every rat is special, it's a wonderful and unusual thing for their accomplishments to be remembered and cherished by so many people so many years later. we're all so fortunate to know about the rat who banged out the tunes!

thank you to all the people who sent me reference photos of their beloved rats for this piece!!! credits under the cut!

@joe-spookyy Ben and Socrates

@gooseontheinternet Chamomile and Beefy

@runawayy-rat Bartholomäus and Emo

@theunholystromboli Macrogryphosaurus, Xenoceratops, and Graciliraptor

@techlecticwtch Solas and Dorian

@merlyn-bane Roslyn and Rizzoli

@logictoinsanity Luna and Buttercup

@hagsthehag Orphie, Psyche, Calypso, Ariadne, and Eury

my sweet ladies Bonnie, Mira, An, and Tula

and of course, the irreplaceable

Neil,

who banged out the tunes

[princeofc4ps]

[toothsheeran]

[darkraiii]

taken by xiuxiukong

[fishmonkeycow]

A city that never sleeps | by fishmonkeycow

[piecesofapuzzle]

i feel like i'm both too much and not enough

[roserosette]

Silence Has No Wings, 1966, Kazuo Kuroki

[imnotsureimrealanymore]

[urtopia]

by GARJK

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf

[mournfulroses]

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from "The Complete Novels of Mary Shelly,"

[mournfulroses]

Eugenio Montale, from a poem titled "Dora Markus," featured in Selection of Modern Italian Poetry

[pollen]

Mairead Small Staid, from "An Improvement in Stairs"

[toiich]

Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

"He had not said 'I love you'; but he held her hand. Happiness is this, is this, he thought."

Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

[perrfectly]

“The art of letting go and moving on is an acquired taste one only knows after they know nothing else for long enough. The first step is forced, and every step after is felt.”

— Christina Hart (via perrfectly)