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At last, the time has come to again be formless. Just completely incomprehensible in shape under 9 pounds of denim.

The ideal body (unknowable).

Yoga pants. Hmf.

From wicking up road salt.

The visceral memory of that time is something that never leaves you. Everyone's jeans were many inches higher in the back than the front because you kept stepping on the hem and ripping it off. Your lower legs were so very cold. Every new pair of jeans literally enveloped your entire foot, they were so so long re: leg-to-waist ratio. Walking on a rainy day was a legitimate workout. You have no idea.

DID I FUCKING STUTTER?

opie: (ง •̀_•́)ง

A Face in the Crowd, 1957

beastly reminder

Almost. Years ago my computer suddenly stopped working and lost everything on it. Fortunately a relatively recent backup still existed bc of my family, a recent parts switch, and dumb luck. But last year a friend of mine got hacked and lost close to everything he had done creatively in the last 17-ish years. Art. Novels in progress. Entire conlangs. DnD character Sheets. Music he had made. All gone. He never backed any of it up. Few months later I started this habit (or ritual, almost) of drawing a reminder beast any time I would make a full complete backup. In hopes that seeing these things might remind others and myself. (Another factor here is that I am an animator and some of the stuff on my computer took literal years to make. And the film university I go to urges us to take this stuff seriously, too.)

pjackk was either banned again or he deactivated and we'll know in 30 days when the deactivation grace period is up and his blog is renamed

Not exactly the same zines but it definitely looks like the same author judging by the mousegirl!

Which has all the zines from the picture :)

disco starling

i have welcomed some black walnuts and evergreens back into the sun

i have welcomed some black walnuts and evergreens back into the sun