highlight of the day: I got to flop around on the ground like an idiot screaming “I’m a salmon and you don’t control me”
Rest stops on highways are liminal spaces where the veil is thin and nobody can tell me differently
sudden need for a story about a witch who’s a trucker
Yes. Travel altar on the dash. Sigils hung around the cab. Picking up phantom hitchikers on purpose and offering rides in exchange for stories. Warding against gremlins.
some do this please
casual reminder that parts of my portfolio are literally stashed in my room like my big ink painting is rolled up in the corner in the sliver between my bookshelf and the wall and my portfolio bag is slid between my dresser and the door
is inktober coming up f yea h i got this guys even though I bailed out after 2 days last year