My birthday is in 4 days. I’ll be turning 25. Anyone have birthday activity ideas?
Activity Kitty tries out his Toothless costume.
Most of my drafts are (dragon related) posts I’m planning on adding art to. Message me a number between 1-6 and I’ll draw whatever I was planning.
Real lesbians don’t argue about who’s the man in the relationship. They argue about which one is Alex Vause.
I’m pretty fucking positive there’s no armadillos in Arizona. Like, I would know by now if there were, I’ve been scoping the wildlife since I got here. But I was driving to the animal shelter for my volunteer orientation and this thing was scurrying across the road ahead of me. I stared at it, because it looked exactly like an armadillo. As I got closer it was a beige grocery bag. The wind had it puffed up to look AND MOVE exactly like a cutie armadillo. As I watched it climbed the curb (STILL LOOKED LIKE AN ARMADILLO) and crossed the street. I’m a little convinced it was an armadillo pretending to be a plastic bag.
I bet no one can guess why I’d spend a morning brushing up on barn owls. Also, I swear to god, these birds. They’re just like face and feet, and some of the references I found I couldn’t even take seriously.
Leeloo likes to watch birds through the headboard. She loves to do this specifically on Taylor’s pillow. Taylor is allergic to her.
I’ve been reading a lot of Terry Pratchett lately. By a lot I mean I’m rereading the entire Discworld. A bit just struck me. Sam Vimes talks about how when you die, or you’re near death, your brain latches on to the details, and starts soaking it up. You stare at the carpet, suddenly caught up in the complexity of the weave and pattern because your brain knows it doesn’t have much longer and tries to collect as much information as it can.
Depression kinda strikes me the same way. I’ll sit and stare at a wall or the carpet or my blankets and be totally absorbed in just looking, it’s like my brain has fatalistically decided that this is the last time I’ll see this mundane object. There won’t even be other thoughts I’ll just be looking; it could be meditation if not accompanied by that leaden feeling in my chest.