I Was A Lapis Lazuli Pigment Lump In A Past Life

What if the scarab doesn't want to go. What if the scarab wants to snuggle in bed. What if the scarab needs a rest day

Sleep my scarab

having a hometown is such a fucked up concept. i grew up here so i do not want to stay here anymore. i miss it when i am away but once i am back i realise why i wanted to go away as far as possible from it. i am familiar with every corner of this place i did not realise when it slowly changed into something unrecognisable. i would probably like to be buried here but i'd rather die than live here

#yeah but who’s his drift partner. a crocodile. just a crocodile. its not a special or humanoid croc its literally just a croc strapped in.

THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I’VE REBLOGGED THIS BUT I DON’T CARE BECAUSE IT HAS IMPROVED EVERY TIME

tumblr is like an abandoned space station & you all are the thing in the vents

still thinking about "I'll return to Ketterdam and to you. No mourners." "Wait for you by the window, always. No funerals." a full week later btw. in case you all were wondering how I'm doing

2026 is gonna be the year of banging your head against a wall. in 2027 maybe we can do other things

my 37 year old vampire girlfriend keeps telling me i simply don't understand the woes of immortality as if I didn't also own a VHS player or visit a blockbuster a few times as a kid

she keeps staring off into the distance saying those shit like "those as youthful as you know not what horrors lie in your past" even though we both know damn well she's talking about the 2008 financial crash

"Built by generations, buried by generations, uncovered by generations" is ruining me, thanks

age of sail tracy chapman: you've got a fast ship