Damnit Damnit

Rosy Land and the Golden City - by Ruxing Gao

“What pigments you plaster upon that face,

All to be swept away to dust, in time;

But it is not a futile thing, no,

But a lively, pretty act.”

—Vagabird

Mathijs Delva

Sometimes I think about the more wild(as in chaotic poltergeist wild) posts on here, and I have to stop myself from laughing like a madman in in public

All the posts that solidify the fact that here, we(generally) are all clowns and hooligans. Our outrageously large shoes and our crazy wigs and all of our pulsing red noses.

A collection of Lodgepole pine cones along Lake Creek, Shoshone National Forest, Wyoming

© riverwindphotography, March 2022

Waterfalls along the Way

© riverwindphotography, May 2022

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re just tired.” A heard the soft tap of a metal tray being put onto the nightstand, and a gentle hand propped their head up. “Here,” their mother whispered as glass pressed against A’s lips. “Drink this.”

They began to drink, but whatever liquid this was was thick, burning. It felt like sludge pushing through their mouth and invading their throat.

Choking, A pushed their mother away, violently retching as they fell to the floor beside the bed. They got out what little of the disgusting liquid was in their body, whirling around with wide eyes.

“What was that!?” they screamed as they scrambled away from their mother on the ground. “What are you trying to feed me!?”

“Oh, dear,” the mom tsked, tilting her head. She was delicately holding a flask with a black substance inside of it. As she walked closer, A struggled to crawl further away. “It’s only medicine.”

From Mammals of Britain & Europe, illustrated by Richard Orr.

Just had a nap and woke up 2 hours later, I didn't sleep until 3am for a change.

It felt great. Like, really, really great