Weirddreamsandtea - I Need Some Decent Sleep

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👣some cryptid banners i made for my room! they’re just felt and hot glue. rbs are appreciated, so please don’t re-post! 👣

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Witches perform murder rituals with cheetos

Tumblr, do your thing. I need someone to appreciate my cat

Had me in the first half ngl

In the town where I grew up, there was a large statue in one of the parks, of a famous historical white colonizer. I'm not going to say who specifically, suffice it to say that it was someone who wasn't worth memorializing for their deeds. And as you can imagine, this statue was a frequent target of vandalism, with paint or toilet paper or eggs on multiple occasions. Now, the local council was generally pretty lax when it came to repairing potholes or other public damage in the town, but every time, 24 hours after this particular statue was hit, the same person would always appear in a Hi-Vis vest, hat, mask and sunglasses, carrying a bucket of water, and wash it clean. They would do it as quickly as possible, but always made sure the face and the name carved at the bottom were generously scrubbed. This only encouraged people to do it again, and so it became a vicious cycle.

Within a year, the statue had sustained so much damage that it was unrecognizable and the lettering unreadable, so eventually the council came and took it down. Also apparently, the person in the Hi-Vis vest didn't even work for the council. They were supposedly just some 'good samaritan' who cleaned it, often before the council even discovered it needed cleaning, so they just let them do it and ignored the problem. They didn't bother putting the statue up again.

Much later, we found out that the anonymous 'samaritan' had been deliberately washing the statue with a bucket of saltwater, which had dramatically corroded it, causing irreversible accumulative damage far worse than spray paint ever would have done. It's even theorized that they were also often the one spray-painting it, just so that they had an excuse to come back after a day to wash it.

Untitled / Expulsion from the Garden (2000). Fred Tomaselli (b.1956, Santa Monica, California). Christie’s • via Bibliothèque Infernale on FB

I once had a dream, right in-between sleep and consciousness, that an angel appeared to me and said "you have 3 years to prepare." Next, I saw images flash before my eyes and then I was sitting at a long table in a big stone Abbey with some Nuns, but they were sitting away from me and had food. Next I looked up and she(myself) was looking at me and we shared the subconscious thought, 'this is a dream.' Then I slowly drifted awake. Funny thing tho, I knew it was a dream the entire time, even when I saw the angel.

AND THIS IS WHY I DONT SLEEP WITH FUCKING LAVENDER OIL ANYMORE

Fellas, is August too early to decorate for Halloween?

If your answer was yes, I’m not sure we could be friends simply because we vibrate on different planes of existence smh

I think the world needs less social networks

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and, more mycelium networks!!!

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