He’s A “minamifish”

I can’t tell whether this is good or bad but I’m down for it either way

may your soul be overgrown with moss. may your veins fill with rainwater and your lungs swell with flowers.

The creature that sneaks into your fridge at night and eats the crusty milk rings

“I don’t know where I’m going but I’m gay”

If this isn’t me every morning I don’t know what is

Pictures of my cat being a, literal, trash baby

you weren't "born gay". you started reading classic literature when you were 12 and now you are the way you are

Lovecraftian Horror

👽TYPES OF ALIEN AESTHETICS👽

Greys: black hoodies and skinny jeans, long walks through the suburbs at night, names carved into picnic tables, X-files posters and gifted mix-tapes, gravel scraped knees, the moon behind power lines behind tree branches, black holes, hunger for truth,  Kurt Vonnegut paperbacks, computer-screens glowing into disheveled bedrooms. 

Flatwoods Monster:  crocheted quilts and creature features, summer nights full of otherworldly cicada-song, vinyl records, evening through a window screen, fireflies in mason jars, comic book pages blowing in pre-storm winds, red embroidery thread, valuing truth and justice above looking cool, knowing the names of constellations. 

Hovering Orbs of Light: city skylines reflected in water, hasty charcoal landscapes torn out of sketchbooks, posters of nebulas, polaroid photography, stubs of train tickets, Steven Spielberg scripts, impressionist nocturnes, labradorescence, just wants to go hang out at the aquarium, big dreams, strong opinions about YA novels. 

Little Green Men: fidgety, spams their friends with memes, unicorn-pattern everything, wants to go on a road trip, patches on backpacks, round iridescent sunglasses,  integrates glitter wherever possible, electronic music and fireworks, collections of cactuses, would hate to be considered ordinary, collects crystals and loves scooby-doo.

 Lovecraftian Horror: bulky winter coats with turned up collars, thick slate-grey scarves, underground waterfalls, trilobites fossils in sleepy small-town museums, the sound of footsteps in snow, has trouble getting close to people, terrible at small talk, late nights with a long novel, hot chocolate and old lighthouses, the friend that takes spiders outside.

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