Hi There! I Love Your Blog And Wanted To Share My Feral Son! This Is Osiris, I Found Him In My Garage

damn casmic horror goes hard though

biege, ochre, and everything mediocre

As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'

I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'

hey ive been on visdurbel recently (if you know you know), and ive seen a lot if black shunks swirling, with a trail behind them. they ar not fish, nut they move in circles, what are they

I once was at a religious gathering with my parents (none of us are religeus but our grandparents who where with us are). The priest there said behind the back of my cousin who has an autoimmune disease that she deserved it as recompense for some grand plan (this is a hindu temple so past lives or godly forms or some other bullshit excuse). We own the temple so he was fired imeadeatly, but in the moment there were some temple goers who agreed with him, and my dad turned to me and we shared a communal moment of "lets get out of here" so we left with some excuse and drove off.

When my keyboard teacher threw a surprise test, he made us play in front of everyone, one by one. i never practised ( i only play the keyboard because i already have for two years and i cant let go of things easily). I ended up laughing when i had to go back to the biginer book, and i ran out after my hands were shaking so hard i couldnt play the first. fucking. exercise. By this point

( because my anxiety response is trying to please the crowd) I was gigling and laughing like a maniac. Then I broke down and started crying. This is made worse by the fact that my brain went through every chain of effect, reason, response, fuck yourself by the time I had cycled home. Well.... what the fuck do I do now.