traces of it remain

when you’re mean to me this is literally who you’re being mean to *image of me perched atop a throne of human skulls on a cliff above the ocean, howling wind and shrieking seagulls, and the dream goes on forever, one single static frame*

(nods sagely) (nods basily) (nods rosemarily) (nods saltly) (nods star anisely)

ancient peoples loooved a flood narrative it was kinda like their beatles

I know people who project movies on the wall instead of having a tv aren’t truly enjoying it like there’s no way it’s not pissing you off that the movie has your wall all over it…..

the way it really is about to be dragon show summer….

Delusionally throwing yourself at your middle school girlfriend and missing every time because even though you refuse to believe it the love has never been enough summer. Sigma nonbinary dragon prophet summer. Bastardphobia summer unless they’re cool. Getting eviscerated by the blind hungry machine of war summer. Riverlands bulllshit summer. Jakey dies summer. Betraying and destroying yourself and everything you love for nothing summer. Evil advisor summer. Daddy issues mommy issues brother issues gender issues wig issues summer. Getting fucking rolled by a witch in a haunted house summer. And once again for the 21st summer in a row it’s a feast for crows summer. Fuck house bracken. What was I talking about