My Ladder to the Stars

lets out one truly pitiful little whimper & then goes back to doing fucking whatever

if I ever tell you “lmk what you think if you read/play/watch it!” I am firmly inviting you to send me a play by play minute by minute cataloguing of your thoughts about The Thing

I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive

I love environmental storytelling

Its fucking hieroglyphs with you people

There are many benefits to being a marine archeologist

I have the perverts mind and the perverts heart. My soul? that is also quite perverted.