fascination. awe. grief. joy!

I love being an animal I love that everything I am can only be because I am a recycled material sculpture sourced from the random but beautiful bullshit of planet earth

[ID: beautiful horse running Fast and Free /End ID]

the green of the grass & the blue of the sky are immense & terrifying

[ID: A white piece of paper on which is written: I’m down in the garden. I love you. Here’s coffee.]

hate that i can see the shittiest, tiniest, blurriest picture of a lesbian-shaped blob on someone’s wall in a youtube video and immediately recognize it as paul

[ID: text draft "yayy" with suggested text "yayyy" "yayyyy" and "yay.com" /End ID]

[ID copied from alt: Post from partybarackisinthehousetonight: please. stop praying for my grandpa!!!! you are making him too strong. he broke out of the hospital and the cops cant get him. he’s too powerful. End ID]

everyone talks about the ocasional like from the respected mutual that makes you go oh thank god you haven't unfollowed me but no one ever talks about how it will never be on a good post. it's never you at your posting best it's always on some bullshit like: made sanbwich. with loaf (bad pun for love)

i love that 17th century jewish poltergeist story where the family living in the haunted house calls a catholic priest for help before they contact a rabbi, because yeah, i think that would be my call too; id be like, oh? a demon in my house speaking latin and drawing inverted crosses on my wall in sulfuric bile? then without even questioning my faith i’d call up the catholic church and be like yo father, one of your boys loose come get him

“Look here pal, I know my religion, and this ain’t it. Whatever this guy is, they’re clearly from your version of things. Mind coming over to help fix things up?”