Strange Bird

people who leave their phones set to military time are fuckin war criminals how do you look at 16:05 and go wow i can understand that . fucking bootlickers whats next? you gonna go join the army??recruit me?

every kingdon fic is like oh frank langdon? he's the Most Divorced Man Ever and he's a (recovering) DRUG ADDICT who's DIVORCED or GOING TO BE because he's IN LOVE with DOCTOR MEL KING and he has custody of a DOG who's name NO ONE can agree on that he bought WITHOUT ASKING his wife who probably isn't his wife and her name is abby and she is a BITCH but she DESERVES to be and he almost NEVER sees his kids of varying age but are super young and who's names are tanner and [insert any white girl name] because did i mention he's DIVORCED and a (recovering) DRUG ADDICT who's IN LOVE with DOCTOR MEL KING who he always CARPOOLS with and she's ALSO IN LOVE WITH DOCTOR FRANK LANGDON even though he has the Most Unmoanable Name Ever and he ALWAYS knows what she NEEDS because he FELL IN LOVE with her AUTISTIC SWAG and UNDERSTANDS HER and she visited him in REHAB and she treats him like NORMAL PERSON and when he's out they see each other at a PARK because apparently pittsburg has So Many of them and he learns dr king has a SISTER who's ALSO autistic and becca either lives at The Facility or DOESNT but no one can agree on which one and EVERY TIME mel and frank wanna almost-bone she's conveniently NOT THERE (and neither are his KIDS) but at some point becca has met frank and LIKES him and wants her sister to KISS HIM and maybe mel DOES or DOESNT kiss him BUT THEN Something Bad Happens at work and it's so OBVIOUS they're in love and ROBBY is UPSET because NOW he has to call HR and deal with PAPERWORK

I’m all scratched up and I can still taste spray paint in my mouth and my husband almost fell out of a tree BUT THE GHOST SCULPTURES ARE FINISHED!

They’re finally finished and I’m so happy with them!!

Some progress shots:

is goncharov (1973) really that much less real than whatever show the destiel bloggers have been watching with their extrasensory perception for 15 years

art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you

My deepest darkest fantasy is that I collapse on the street and I am rushed to the hospital. They perform a bunch of tests and find out I am severely deficient in some kind of vitamin. Then I start taking the vitamin and I become the happiest cleverest person alive because all my problems were caused by this one deficiency

I'd like to introduce everyone to this horrid thing I created about a year ago but haven't shown many people yet (probably for the best).

This is Baby. AKA The Monster. AKA Sight Tremendous and Abhorred, AKA Vile Insect, AKA A Thing Such As Even Dante Could Not Have Conceived, etc, etc. It's made from bits of scrap fabric I scrounged from various sources and is roughly the size of a human toddler. Its design is based on Mary Shelly's original descriptions of Frankenstein's creature.

But that's not all! Behold!

You can dissect this little abomination to reveal a full set of crocheted, knitted, and scrap fabric organs, all hand-stitched by yours truly!

It has a heart, stomach, lungs, liver, small and large intestine, kidneys, bladder, and, of course, a brain! So it can ponder the horrors of its own existence!

I used this pattern by Less Than Three for the heart. I ended up felting it because I screwed up most of the stitches (I was relatively new to crochet at the time). The result was a bit of a blobby mess, but oh well.

So yeah. This thing lives in my house now (my family hates it). I have yet to reap the full consequences of my hubris.

I'm a simple bitch. i believe the purpose of government should be to improve the lives of its citizens and protect its most vulnerable members. unfortunately i live in a day and age where this gets me labeled an enemy of the state

“And I don’t think anybody should feel bad if they get diagnosed with a mental illness, ’cause it’s just information about you that helps you to know how to take better care of yourself.

“Being bipolar, there’s nothing wrong with it. Being bipolar is like not knowing how to swim. It might be embarrassing to tell people, and it might be hard to take you certain places. But they have arm floaties. And if you just take your arm floaties, you can go wherever the hell you want.

“And I know some of you are like, ‘But Taylor, what if people judge me for taking arm floaties?’ Well, those people don’t care if you live or die, so maybe who cares? Maybe fuck those people a little. I don’t know.”

Taylor Tomlinson, Look At You (2022)