A Character I Wrote In My Short Story Cowboys, Pau, Is Specifically Only Listening To Bluegrass Whenever

Throwback to this poem I wrote a while back

Plain text:

There was at one time,

A man I knew who spoke

With the crackle of a fire

Who had a cough

Like the devil himself had curled up in his lungs.

Who took me places

No wicked thing ever dared to trot.

He who stood so mighty,

The king of a southern summer,

And composed of the cicadas sympathy.

It is from him

I acquired my dirty paws,

These blood fangs.

From him came this wagging tail,

And hanging tongue.

Where my king of summer lies,

With the worms in his oldest home,

I stay his heir.

I haunt this town like an unmuttered curse.

And when they dare speak my name,

As if some insulting thing,

I think fondly of the man who gave me claws and teeth.

So that their insolence is not so easily forgiven,

And just as he,

Never forgotten.

Sometimes I miss sleep

Not what I do every night, not what I'll continue to do for the rest of my life. I miss sleep.

I miss the slow process of laying down, with the buzzing noise of my childhood friend's TV or the distant sound of the train.

I miss my little sister telling me she could hear Rudolph on the roof or asking me for a story.

I miss the feeling of falling into sleep, and I say falling so literally, as I can still identify that familiar drop in my stomach before I succumbed.

I can still picture that same image of myself falling, not unlike Alice, into a never-ending tunnel of quilts, slowly until I headed off to my own wonderland.

I miss waking up in a sea of warmth, a hand, or a leg thrown across me, snores ringing through the room. Light hits my face from a window coated in dust. My pajamas are the same clothes I'd worn the night prior, that I'll wear again today.

I miss my childhood friend's mother softly asking me if I'd come with her to get breakfast for everyone. I don't have to put on my shoes.

I miss the feeling of falling asleep on the way to the donut shop while Green Day sings me a lullaby. The car shakes as we hit pothole after pothole, but it's still the best I'll feel for months.

I miss the way my friends mother will lightly hold a cold bottle of orange juice to my skin, the way she'll laugh softly when I shrink away from it.

I miss her asking me if I'm awake yet.

I miss answering that it's too early.

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I've been obsessed with Long Dark for years very excited to look into this.

Oh yeah the Long Dark and Lord Huron goes so well together. Hand in hand.

Like Mackenzie's whole journey is looking for his ex wife after they're stranded in the wilderness, he has far too many brushes with death and gets caught up with a bunch of convicts, making very dangerous enemies while helping whoever he can. Also he killed a bulletproof bear with a fucking spear. That's some Lord Huron shit if I've ever seen it.

And just the General Vibes of the both of them. The Long Dark handles a lot of the same topics. It's hard to describe.

Also "there was no one in sight, just the endless frozen pines" and "when you follow the strange trails it'll take you to who knows where" match the Long Dark way too well [most likely many more I'm just listening to Frozen Pines and Way Out There while typing this]

I hope my mutuals (and most others honestly) know that when I follow them back, it's basically me saying I think their shoes are cool and that we could sit together at lunch or smth... 👀

You are so free to dm me I will actually be so happy. I will probably be really freaking awkward but also yall are chill I'm just a nervous wreck.

Dnd character doodles of my ghost reborn Casper P. Geist. He's a stupid rogue that acts like a bard, and he sounds like a bad impersonation of Mickey Mouse because his vocal chords got stomped. Also has a glowyribcage he writes off as a glow in the dark hoodie. Goober

1. Ref drawing of his outfit for our current arc

2. Running from his past in a bad memory

3 and 4. His Witchlight carnival outfit from a past arc.

5. Stupid little doodle of him and his other party member Louie (hexblood ranger)

My favorite 2 flavors of Glass Animals songs have to be Dave Bayley singing like an unsatisfied housewife or a desperate lover who might be hooked on something.

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russel !!

i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

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where is the nervous dog representation. who up excessively yawning and licking their lips