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you weren't "born gay". you started reading classic literature when you were 12 and now you are the way you are

what i love about hadestown is that, while eurydice is a Real Human Person who suffers hunger and cold, the tiny bastard orpheus’s needs are like

Lovecraftian Horror

👽TYPES OF ALIEN AESTHETICS👽

Greys: black hoodies and skinny jeans, long walks through the suburbs at night, names carved into picnic tables, X-files posters and gifted mix-tapes, gravel scraped knees, the moon behind power lines behind tree branches, black holes, hunger for truth,  Kurt Vonnegut paperbacks, computer-screens glowing into disheveled bedrooms. 

Flatwoods Monster:  crocheted quilts and creature features, summer nights full of otherworldly cicada-song, vinyl records, evening through a window screen, fireflies in mason jars, comic book pages blowing in pre-storm winds, red embroidery thread, valuing truth and justice above looking cool, knowing the names of constellations. 

Hovering Orbs of Light: city skylines reflected in water, hasty charcoal landscapes torn out of sketchbooks, posters of nebulas, polaroid photography, stubs of train tickets, Steven Spielberg scripts, impressionist nocturnes, labradorescence, just wants to go hang out at the aquarium, big dreams, strong opinions about YA novels. 

Little Green Men: fidgety, spams their friends with memes, unicorn-pattern everything, wants to go on a road trip, patches on backpacks, round iridescent sunglasses,  integrates glitter wherever possible, electronic music and fireworks, collections of cactuses, would hate to be considered ordinary, collects crystals and loves scooby-doo.

 Lovecraftian Horror: bulky winter coats with turned up collars, thick slate-grey scarves, underground waterfalls, trilobites fossils in sleepy small-town museums, the sound of footsteps in snow, has trouble getting close to people, terrible at small talk, late nights with a long novel, hot chocolate and old lighthouses, the friend that takes spiders outside.

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Hoziercore:

Trees older than our grandparents

Melted pillar candles

Death and decay

Bruised knuckles and scratches

Unclean firepits

Hoodoo/witchcraft

WOMEN

Old, framed photos

Untouched forests

Antique shops and thrift stores

Incense filled rooms

Dead plants and shrivled, brown leaves

Pressed flowers

Unsexualized nudity

Strange but thoughtful gifts

Pyromania

Crumpled up drawings/poetry

REBELLION

Old fashioned clothes

Graveyards

Unkempt hair

LBGTQIA+

moss

Just a thought...Feel free to add!

no gender only shiny rocks

I used to have geese so here’s a tip for everyone:

If a goose is attacking you, don’t run. No matter what, stand your ground. They can fly but when they’re mad, they don’t usually try to fly. Hold your hands in front of you, ready to grasp. When the goose gets close, grab it by the neck bit closest to the head and squeeze. Not tight enough to choke the goose, but tight enough so they can’t break free. You can hold them until they calm down or just do the next step right away. The next step is literally just to chuck them as far as possible and run for your life. It makes the goose know you’re in charge and you have a better chance of getting away. Trust me I’ve done this so many times that I’ve lost count

I can’t tell whether this is good or bad but I’m down for it either way

may your soul be overgrown with moss. may your veins fill with rainwater and your lungs swell with flowers.