DAY 15

good morning dirtbag nation last night I cowboy camped up on a ridgeline tucked beneath hemlock saplings right alongside one of those big intermountain power lines that look like giant men walking across the mountain tops. the wires were so close that there was a constant crackling hum of electricity that almost disguised the sound of the rain pit-pattering on my tarp. when the water hit the cables it made hot blue flashes like little lightning birds on the wire, and you could almost track the sheets of wind in the darkness because of the ripples of light.

I saw that you were taking web weaving suggestions so here's mine lol

Feeling behind everyone if that makes sense? Not having achieved what others usually have at your age?

Falling behind

i. Falling Behind, Laufey / ii. unknown / iii. Dog Bite, Stella Bridie / iv. A Good Day, Kait Rokowski / v. unknown / vi. Time, Pink Floyd / vii. Class of 2013, Mitski

Barry's Photography, Tiffauges 1370 : Le siège.

why does this sound like it came from a repressed gay war poem

Me when there’s Sam and Max: The Devil’s Playhouse at the hang out (rubbing hands together)

their first meeting was pretty gay, anyone couldve made that mistake!

bonus:

adventures in stimming

The full Hades spread