Ghostbxbii - Ghostie

just saw bna opening and i'm dissapointed in myself for not watching it, so i'll go watch it

genuinely don't think i'm built for college and/or 40+ years of work. all i want to do is connect with other people and make friends and fall in love and travel and read books and do everything i want to do! and i don't want to work until i'm too old or tired to do any of those things! i just think it's evil that we have to spend our lives working even if we have no passion or drive for it

guys, i think i'm dying, i ate too much sugar

you have NO idea how badly I wish I'd been there, THE FUCK?!

"bring back the cult of dionysus" girl you can jsut say you'll go to a rager and get wasted

excuuuuuuuse mi princess, i have thrown many a rager and not one of them has ended in omophagy (unless u count my bday party that almost-accidentally became an orgy) are you implying an XL bottle of capriccio and some strobe lights is the same as a revelry of fawn-skinned maenads wielding thyrsus staffs?? are you saying i wove this ivy crown for nothing???? i think the FUCK not, post-quarantine SOMEONE’S gotta bring out the live snakes and streams of milk & honey and spoiler alert: it will Not be rupi fucking kuar

it's 5 pm but i'm sleepy, what is this sorcery?

sun and moon

original story test

part one

enter: the moon princess

into a room walked a teenaged girl with long, bright white hair. her posture was straight and her clothing was regal. her face said nothing. but her most prominent feature?

her most prominent feature were her stark black eyes, there was no other colour but black. her gaze was terrifying and untraceable. the deep black pulled you into cold depths that will never release you, it felt.

"guard, leave us." she commanded the guard stationed by the only entrance and exit to the room and the woman didn't hesitate to follow instructions.

the room was one that held a visitor, his name, alrec.

alrec was a teen with plain looks, brown hair and brown eyes.

"what is the purpose of this urgent visit of yours?" the princess asked, her tone blank.

the other teen immediately lit up, "riri, it's been so long!!!" he cheered.

the white haired girl's blank expression melted into a softer one, "reccie, your message sounded bad." her voice was a concerned one.

"it is terrible, my dear riri, i have not laid eyes upon you, my dearest friend in eons, what a travesty!" alrec dramatised.

the princess laughed, "reccie, you're terrible!" she joked.

"ririiiiiiiiii." alrec complained.

the black eyed princess shook her head with a smile, "my name's undina, use it sometime."

the brunette boy pouted, "riri, you meanie."

undina placed her hands on her hips, "i'm only telling you to adress me by my name! you know it ties i-"

"-into our historical culture of the moon moving the tides of the seas of the earth, i know, riri." alrec finished, knowing the speach from previous mischiefs.

"hey, riri, let's go out, let's have fun!" alrec immediately suggested his new idea.

undina hesitated, she hadn't seen alrec in months, but she was the princess still, "let's!" she agreed.

"i just have to change clothes, promise i'll be right back!" and with a wink the princess was out again.

caesars assassination but with empty cardboard tubes

Important PSA

Don’t ever buy these for your dog

Today, I unfortunately had to put down my dog, Boomer. He was only 2 years old. Boomer, unfortunately ate something he wasn’t supposed to, and the damages he sustained were not something he could come back from. What they found in him were two smaller pieces of sharp plastic, and another larger piece that I recognized. It was the end of one of these toys, a toy that he loved greatly. When the plastic of this toy gets chewed it, it becomes significantly sharper, and I can’t tell you how many times in the past I’ve cursed like a sailor after stepping on one. It’s worse than a lego, and it once cut the bottom of my foot. So please. Don’t buy this toy for your dog, and if you have before, stop buying them and take awake any that you may still have. I can’t stomach the fact that something as simple as a toy supposedly MEANT for a dog could have potentially had a hand in something so devastating for both me, and my family.

The thing about knitting is it’s much harder to fear the existential futility of all your actions while you’re doing it.

Like ok, sure, sometimes it’s hard to believe you’ve made any positive impact on the world. But it’s pretty easy to believe you’ve made a sock. Look at it. There it is. Put it on, now your foot’s warm.

Checkmate, nihilism.