the cobalt and carnelian of that bird

dude, this is really scary, and liminal as well. It's like the bathrooms

anytime somebody handles a rare book or manuscript without gloves in a piece of media, an archivist/historian/librarian gets their wings. and approximately one william people who have never interacted with a rare book or manuscript ever in their lives emerge from the woodwork to yell about gloves

Sweetie your grandma deactivated last night

A flash with no noise and a gathering of gloom with a litanic rustle of the reeds. A unison of birds under a sky of dull ache, thrumb thrumming in time. The air has a taste of burnt hair on rotting soil, like lost hope never overcooked, always bemeta-Browned— a waiting for the time of the oven, for the time of toasters: when the dull grit of despair brightens, just a little, glowing in the darkness.

I heard EA is developing a sequel to Spore where the animals can self mutilate in response to psychological distress

Children would be so jealous if they knew how many stickers we have in dive bar bathrooms