Me, Appreciating All The Hard Work That Goes Into Creating Video Game Environments:

what if windows were horror trope.

its 2:57am and the moon has been hovering outside my window for the last hour and i do not think. it is supposed to be there. i think there is supposed to be a building blocking it. i am so sure that i will look at this in the morning and there will be a building there.

what if windows were corrupted or used as vessels for the madness and trickery and horror.

you hear rain, a soothing lullaby, but it's only tapping on your window. you see the moon, or stars, or the sun, or a distant light from a streetlight or other house, something where it most definitely should not be. you look outside and see a thick forest swamped in fog, but you live in the city. your curtains grow fucking teeth or eyes or sentience and close on their own to plunge the room into darkness. it's bright daylight outside but your clock says it's the middle of the night or vice versa. the little lever things unlock on their own.

update on the moon; it has shrunk to a single glob of white in the pitch blackness. it is either sinking below the house and being covered, or the eye is blinking.

As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'

I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'

hewwo :333

lovely evening we're having here isn't it

oh, no, i have no concept of the size of a whale or of the galaxy. i am cosmically insignificant, which is fine. the other day i accidentally spilled a few grains of sugar on the counter. i watched a single ant heft it over his head and run with it - run! - like he was carrying a crown.

sometimes when i am watching the rain i think about how each particular drop is new and only exists for right-now and yet it is the same water as it has been for millennia. the atoms i am are only meeting in this form for this one life. later maybe they will be a mushroom. maybe in the infinite expanse of time, two of my molecules will meet each other again and they'll say i remember existing with you. which is maybe how a star feels, watching humans dance and laugh and sing in the bodies we are borrowing.

what am i in the cosmic sense? what of the stupid human exploits of my tiny human life?

the other day i found a wilting bumblebee and fed it a little water. after an hour, he made a lazy loop of flight. up and towards the stars.

stage fright..!!!!

Do people care if u get inspired by other polls.... Anyway the red/blue poll I see going around is nice but I found that I associate my friends with all sorts of colors so. here

friendship can be so fleeting no wonder humans are so scared to be vulnerable . what do you mean we put our hearts and souls into people only for something as simple as time to rob our bonds … what do you mean some friendships just aren't meant to last forever?? that sometimes we outgrow people we once knew better than the lines on our palms?? when the version of them we have in our heads becomes outdated, when it means nothing that we know exactly how they take their coffee and why they don't talk about their brother. that today I mean the world to somebody who might only think of me on my birthday in a years time. what an open fucking wound.

*turns a perfect 180 degrees so that my cutting board-flat ass is facing you* *i walk away with feminine swagger but masculine contempt*

i think i might’ve posted this like a year ago but i didn’t like it then?? idk i like it okay now. colored pencils on this paper are difficult.

[washing sedatives down with coffee] fight it out between yourselves and let me know what we're doing