People with whom I have equal-yet-opposite cryptic energies:
@cornfields-and-bad-dreams deserted road in old yellow headlights, red eyes from the tops of forests, not another living human being for miles, something lives in the crop fields, general Americana cryptid.
@skepticwheezing Bigfoot. Just... yeah. No physical evidence as to their existence, just the random snapchat video or tumblr post. And those can be faked. They're all about lizards anyway.
Me: flower cryptid. Anything that grows, you'll find me there. We'll talk. You'll never know my name. Someone else saw me too, but they have an entirely different impression. Was it even me? Was I standing on the side of the road during the car crash? Maybe. Was I gardening that old lady's front lawn? Maybe. Was that me at the zoo petting the stingrays? Maybe.
((@hraewordsmith you're too pure to be a cryptid. Too good. Love too much.))
