Who Wants To Stay In Bed All Day With Me!!!!!!!!!

The Church on Ruby Road // The Giggle

Can I offer you a nice floof in this trying time?

Rb to give your mutuals a baby stoat to gently hold

Me looking at tags in my notes: "What is one thousand notes pickman....?"

every girl should make out with alternate timeline versions of themselves

...consider me intrigued. And curious.

do I go back to my roots and draw river song in such self indulgent ways I get confused messages in my askbox

FUCK

Is that what the creepy voice in the maybe-a-forest said??!?!?!

jesus tapdancing christ

there's a tiny jumpscare on my most recent album MYTH, and it's the kind of thing you only hear if you're listening with headphones in a quiet environment. i've found out that a lot of listeners don't hear it on the first or second listen, they just hear the main character reacting to something, and then when they finally do hear it they're like "was that there the whole time? or did it?? just appear???"

which is honestly perfect. i really nailed it. good for me. i deserve a treat.

...fuck.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

Kinda sucks ass that one of the top posts on my blog is a picture of me from 2019. People are gonna peek in and think that’s what I look like.

Everyone like and reblog this picture so it goes away and everyone knows the truth!