#free junk

[trixsterwood]

Free wood

On walking home from a walk, I found a pile of free things. Amongst them, a kitchen table that seemed extremely easy to disassemble. Normally a maybe 3-4 minute walk from my house. The legs were off, and I ran those home first with a free lamp. The hard part was the table. No car, and it would take longer for a friend/family to get there then to move it myself. So here I was, waddling a full size kitchen table home, corner to corner, for about 20 minutes. And I'm not super strong. Scratched up 2 corners and 1 side, but I'm just using it as free wood anyways. Made of laminated mdf, solid wood legs, may sand the laminate off may not, may turn it into the doors for my new cabinet, that's a decent idea

[selfhelpradio]

my lucky day!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton has bad eating habits in FNAF

[notbecauseofvictories]

it's very strange to read something and feel the deep, almost primal need to roll your eyes and say "okay, dad" to someone who you've never met and is definitely not your father in any literal or metaphorical way.

[sincerelygarden]

Secrets accumulate atop my tongue, making beds in rooftop ridges and gap teeth.

After dinner I spit them out, all blue and crazed in a bathroom sink on another Sunday.

A girl prays to a god she feels unworthy to be loved by-

anything, or everything, or nothing at all

It is the wonder every September:

I feel her heart beat again.

My feet

thump,

thump,

thumping atop gravel.

"Listen," she says.

"Do you hear that?

Do you feel that?"

I try.

I stretch my arms down a drain,

frantically searching for the means to scream, to be anything, or everything, or nothing at all.

I tried honey—

scooping her out,

desperate and stretched,

goop thickening the walls,

syrup-like and sorry for making everything worse

much worse than ever before.

I give up.

I follow the ant trail to a sad pillow,

heating up the center where agony breaks free.

I follow the ant trail to therapy every Monday at 11, and say much yet nothing at all.

I follow the ant trail to the walls I wish I’d step outside of.

I try honey once more.

I shower it over myself in hopes the thing inside is able to thin it out in time,

like tea on an anxious Tuesday.

But my sisters are perhaps weary of what clings to their shoes,

of hands stuck upon doorknobs and kitchen sinks and Wednesday’s dinner engulfed in goop.

I follow it to a mirror.

I am frightened to believe what I have become.

I run to the supermarket and make a mountain of salt in aisle 24,

hoping to counteract the monstrous situation upon me,

smothered in the taste of all the things I needed to say,

in the sour shame coming back home all the same

My god!

on old clocks, windowsills, light switches, and more pillows, cold pillows on lone Thursdays,

Forget the mirrors!

I must not look at myself

slugging around and destroying a home I’ve made none but my own.

Oh but

She is in picture frames,

Lovely and light and easy to hold

behind glass, handled with care.

Pity is dreaded fear, a pungent knock I want to ignore every time.

I weep onto the smile, the what-was, a known.

I try once more,

stretching myself down the drain,

uncertainty a growing depression—a well-known symptom of a heart beating faintly on Friday, under layers of each day before.

She is somewhere in the hollow parts,

in the shadow dancing on the edge of what lives outside,

in the music sticking onto a seen but unexperienced.

Saturday, I am the soles of hurried feet,

thump, thump, thumping like knocking—a thunderous prayer possibly heard.

I follow it to my mother’s voice,

and my father’s wisdom,

and my sisters' cheers—

shoes kept neatly in spaces just for me.

Is she worthy of love?

My god!

Is she!?

To follow the ant trail to the old town lived once before-

She is there!

I feel her heart beat again,

trying to be

anything,

or everything,

or nothing at all.

My heart,

the center where agony breaks free!?

Do you hear it?

Do you feel it?

Thump,

thump,

thumping atop gravel.

An ant trail follows me down to

the places that consume me.

She tastes the sweet outpour of will,

or anything, or everything, or nothing at all.

A girl prays to god, on a Sunday-

Thump,

thump,

thumping..

Do you hear me?

[puppyeared]

fake ep idea + doodles

[sickosdotjpg]

[ocs] between the two of them, they almost have an entire outfit

(pls don't reblog to non-kink blogs!)

[akai-anna]

I'M FREAKING HYSTERICAL HOW RAN JUST DRAGS HIM AROUND LIKE A RAGDOLL, LIFTING HIM WITHOUT MEANING TO WHICh just further proves 2 things:

shinichi is fckin SMOL AND LIGHT

ran is freaking STRONG

[beastrambles]

Hey, look, listen for a moment, you don't need 20 different herbs and an expensive tool kit from Etsy to be comfortable with your craft, use what you need and don't feel like you're an imposter because you didn't shell out $50 for some graveyard dirt and overpriced crystals, it'll be OK I promise

[peacockrulz]

Ok just wanted to drop an idea for a nuzi art. N but with roller skates while Uzi is on his back pointing at where he should skate to, he is holding her by her legs,they are just zooming past suprised Khan with angry heart Nori on his head.

(Alao what if N uses his wings to gain speed with the rollers?? 🤔)

he was a sk8r boi,,,,, (Bonus doodle under the cut)

[Requests are closed (while I catch up!)]

I have NO CLUE how to draw these wings KLSDJFSLKDJF

[rye-kin]

I FUCKING LOVE THUS STORY….

Recently reread Markheim after 4 years of vaguely remembering it… and loved it as much as I remembered… I have so much to say abt it, but anywayyyzzz

Here’s a mock cover I made a night ago <33

[wu-does-art]

may i offer you a (transparent) siffrin png (for your use) in these trying times?

In stars and time is an awesome game by @insertdisc5 ! go play it and be insane

[downydig]

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she wants a sip!

[russilton]

When you know your friends tea is going to be juicy so you find a seat for it

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

So he’s my lockscreen now.

[hashtagveganproblems]

Vegan Ice Cream Sandwich!

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