sometimes baby owls sleep lying down, it’s the best thing in the world i might cry about it
ah to be a tiny owlet, facedown in dirt, the soil a gentle reminder of my own future, a rustling promise of my inevitable decay back into the dust from which I was shaped
Half of all sea shanties are like “being on land sucks, I can’t wait to be back at sea” and the other half are like “being at sea sucks, I can’t wait to be back on land”, and I’m thinking maybe location is not the problem here.
Bitch is the god of feasts, he's got chub, he's got meat. Aphrodite is the god of romance and love but dionysus is the god of sex and orgies, he is ideal cuddling density, dude HAS a tummy.
You know, it’s interesting how strongly we associate the classic bird-mask plague doctor image with the Middle Ages considering it’s actually from like the 1630s
10 years after the Pilgrims landed in Massachusetts, to give you a reference point in western history
listen whether or not you personally like sea shanties is another matter but if you’re telling me they don’t unlock something deep within you you’re lying
You know the whole reason why I haven’t left Tumblr after all these years is because this site is so introvert friendly.
I don’t have the attention span or much less the strength to keep up with Discord conventions (bc apparently fandom is more in Discord these days?? I am not a talkative person to even take part in a group chat *shivers*) or follow with whatever’s going down on Twitter.
I can come on here, make a post into the void and reblog a bunch of posts then ramble in the tags. It’s great. You don’t have to be a person here, you can be a faceless blog and have a grand old time.