If My Ribs Crack From The Pain, Nature Will Grow Me Back.

Intriguing...

Have any nightmares lately?

This figurine represents the Baku (獏 or 貘). The baku’s story originated in Chinese mythology as the mo (貘), believed to resemble a giant panda. It later evolved into a nightmare-warding figure in Japan.

Early depictions illustrate the baku as a chimera with the trunk and tusks of an elephant, the ears of a rhinoceros, the tail of a cow, the body of a bear, and the paws of a tiger. While this version was said to ward off pestilence and evil, its dream-devouring ability emerged later in Japanese culture. By the late 18th century, the baku as known as the guardian of sleep. One legend describes how a child waking from a bad dream could call out, “Baku-san, come eat my dream,” repeating it three times to summon the baku.

Folklore warns that calling the baku too often could have consequences—if left unsatisfied, it might consume not just bad dreams but also the person’s hopes and desires.

Image: Baku, Mythical Animal. 18th century. White porcelain (Hirado ware), H. 7/8 in. (2.2 cm); L. 1 7/8 in. (4.8 cm). The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Just. Look.

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

If the fantasy book I'm reading doesn't have a super ominous and quite foggy forest of impending doom, I don't want it

Behold, a spiral of insanity

*starts sobbing profusely*

L. A. Johnson, from "Birthmark"

I just opened Tumblr, I did NOT expect to be slapped in the feelz like that😭

And from between my ribs will sprout little weeds, from the shallow surface of my shallow grave --

I care not if they are pretty, or invasive --

If I couldn't be filled with someone's love, in life? then at least I can be a home for something living, in death.

V. Rue, 2025.

Ok but what if I want you to "bother" me? What if I want you to send me 12 msgs back to back? What if I'm waiting for you to come curl up next to me on the couch while we watch your favorite show?

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

The problem is, when I try to write spicy scenes in my stories I start to get shy for the characters.

*tries to type while looking away*

I want to be a kitten on someone's lap and keep them immobilized for hours.

That is all.

As you were, peasant. *shoos you away*

Imagine wearing a dress the color of these flowers and running through a cathedral