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it's halloween tomorrow I am shitting pumpkins I

it's halloween tomorrow I am shitting pumpkins

I love halloween so much

and I love pumpkins

and I love autumn

ok I need to elaborate on that last one I cannot put into words how much I love autumn it is the best god damn thing that ever happens I love the colours and I love the food and I love the temperature and I love the vibe and I love it when it is cold outside and breathing feels good and it smells like decaying leaves and I love it when I stay in on a weekend morning and I look out the windows and the colours outside are the best and I draw my stupid little drawings thinking of autumn and it feels like I might explode I just can not express how good everything about autumn is to me

unexpectedly here's some Real Stuff TM had a big

unexpectedly here's some Real Stuff TM

had a big processing of some stuff from my past yesterday evening, here's one infuriating bit of it.

recently I had a phase in my life in which some very intense toxic relationships ended, and it has been the best but also obviously the worst.

I have more or less processed everything at this point, the only thing I find especially hard to get over is things that felt unfair and were never resolved

saying it out loud to people helps

you know that pattern on marble cheese I look like

you know that pattern on marble cheese I look like that after I shower

my smallest greatest friend

my smallest greatest friend

lilacs my caption game these days is insane I kno

lilacs

my caption game these days is insane I know

we are all walking the long distance up to each ot

we are all walking the long distance up to each other in a tornado of anxious thoughts

the Sneak has divulged to me his intentions of liv

the Sneak has divulged to me his intentions of living in a barrel of grease when his skin becomes a crust

I will join in winter

Walked into the kitchen to find the Sneak developi

Walked into the kitchen to find the Sneak developing a new fly-catching technique with the sundew plant

I spit on your bullshit I sit and I spit I am a

I spit on your bullshit

I sit

and I spit

I am a rabbit

WHERE ARE MY SOCKS!!!

WHERE ARE MY SOCKS!!!

this happened last night, read at your own peril

this happened last night, read at your own peril

climbing a mountain is easier with a friend this

climbing a mountain is easier with a friend

this looks like a made-up scenario but it is actually what the sneak does every time we go hiking because everything is too tough for me

and I am just a weak noodle

done with meanies who use me, only healthy relatio

done with meanies who use me, only healthy relationships for me now

came home to find the sneak had secretly ordered a

came home to find the sneak had secretly ordered a labelmaker and was standing in the kitchen, furiously clicking away, bent on labelling every single item in the place that had made the unfortunate mistake of having a designation of its own

cherrypicking inktober prompts cause calendars are

cherrypicking inktober prompts cause calendars are beneath me: frog

this is what I feel like when I go to any sort fancy event involving strangers and acquaintances, pretending I know about investing in lily-pads

day 13: apothecary? or something like that? the s

day 13: apothecary? or something like that?

the schopftintling is a mushroom I like to translate as tufted inkling, which has no medicinal qualities that I am aware of, but looks really cool when it releases its spores by dissolving into gooey black ink, which used to be mixed with clove oil to make writing ink.

its real english name is shaggy ink cap, but you can see how that doesn't do it justice.

Ghost it's really more of a spooktober than an in

Ghost

it's really more of a spooktober than an inktober and if we're being honest there never should have been any non-spooky inking going on in october cause it just ain't natural

THIS BENCH IS TAKEN (day 733874 of corona. birds a

THIS BENCH IS TAKEN (day 733874 of corona. birds are re-claiming the city. I don't really know what day it is.)

on cold nights, you think you sleep you do not sl

on cold nights, you think you sleep

you do not sleep

you become the GOD EMPEROR

Day 34 of Friendly Isolation: Stealth I had a sho

Day 34 of Friendly Isolation: Stealth

I had a shower and suddenly, the Sneak was gone

I wonder where it could be

hm

not here

hm

where has it snuck off to now

hm

not here either

hm

guess I am just gonna...
go to bed then

Day 26 Of Friendly Hermitage: Bats In The Gloaming

Day 26 Of Friendly Hermitage: Bats In The Gloaming

at sunset, fluttery flederfriends flap by to say hi, and have some juicy insects.

in romanian, bat is liliac and flieder is liliac. the word walks around in my head, pleasantly turning into french lilas and back again. I think of lilacs in the lilac night. it feels like pleasant late-summer nights in some forsaken field down south, and I wish I was there with a pair of shorts, my bicycle, and the people that I never thought I'd miss enough to dream of them.

the Sneak's chair bumped into mine, and I came back to reality for some friendly batwatching

Day Who Cares I had a job interview for my dream

Day Who Cares

I had a job interview for my dream PhD position yesterday, and it went very well.

then I was told I probably won't be chosen by the faculty committee because I don't have an informatics background.

outraged, I waved my mighty fist at the skies with furious purpose and spoke words of hatred and vengeance, condemning the sloth, rigidity and persnickety disciplinary conceit of the men in the high storeys.
damn you, I told their incomprehension, HCI no longer belongs to you! It never has! It is of the humans! It is of the makers! You need me! I preached. But they stuck their small snail heads into their small snail shells to hear me no more.

so I shout no more.

I become a tube

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