well, this life has been fun, but it’s about time for me to return to the woods to become a mossy stump again.
The pure rage goblin feels when entering helpdesk after a week and finding it a mess, is indescribable.
Goblin has new friend, friend talks too much. Goblin misses quiet mornings.
5 posts!
Wow unexpected yay new account to scream into the ether with
I think it's beautiful how so many people still live their lives like they care about the small, yet meaningful things. Like they read books and drink tea and love making art and look after a garden and listen to old songs on repeat and never move past a 'phase' and talk to birds and admire the sky even though it's the same everyday and watch movies till they remember the dialogues and write letters to the people they love and collect rocks and dance with their windows open and overdress to every occasion and pretend and wish and-
same here
need to be eating moss rn