Dweller-In-Midnight-Thoughts

hate when i go out in public and the public is there

I really want to just live in the woods in a cabin and have people see me as another local cryptid as I explore the woods and lay in the moss and I want to read stories of myself on cryptid website with people just talking about how they've seen this odd creature in the woods- is that too much to ask?

Trying to act normal in the car rn but the moon is sooooo big and bright and I keep looking at her so longingly

Why try to fit in when I can become the most offputting and haunted individual in the family bloodline.

we take stuffed animals very seriously in this house

You bet we do!

thank you to trees and also rain

A part of you has to die every time you evolve

How many times had I died, I wonder, in this cursed silence, alone in my room, entombed in this forsaken solitude, with my chest heavy with the weight of the world? Each hour a hollow scream, pressing against my ribs, restless nights stretching into eternity, suffocating with its cold grasp. And the mornings, heavier than night itself, felt not like a dawn but a verdict, a punishment, its light stabbed through the cracks of my being, illuminating nothing but the emptiness inside me, with the cruel promise of another day to endure. How many times have I stood in the ruins of human noise, the cruelty and tragedy of the human condition, as souls crumbled beneath tyranny, falling from grace, fractured like forgotten angels, again and again? How many times have I been condemned to this torment, my own isolation, my own laceration, my wound and shame, dragging me down to the very pits of hell? Yet somewhere, within the brutal wreckage, I found acceptance and strength in that agony, a surrender to the understanding of becoming what I must. Every death a desperate release, every release the bittersweet birth of who I must become, the dark seed of something else, something new, something luminous and stronger emerging from the ashes.

there is warmth in the air , if you find yourself in the right place .

you should probably print some photos sometime. it's a different feeling when they're not on a screen

be the creature people catch glimpses of in their car’s headlights

"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired

reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals

"the world isn't kind" ok??? Much more importantly are you?????