I love animals that are, like, the opposite of cryptids: we know for a fact they exist and have a clear idea of what they look like because we have photographs and individual specimens, but we haven’t the faintest idea where they’re coming from - they just keep showing up out of nowhere, and the locations of their actual population centres are a complete mystery.

"the internet is written in ink. once it's online it's forever."

YEAH SURE IF IT'S POPULAR AT THE TIME PEOPLE CAN GRAB SCREENSHOTS AND WAYBACK MACHINE IS A THING BUT DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY OLD RECLISTS HAVE BROKEN LINKS AND HOW MANY LIVEJOURNALS HAVE BEEN PURGED AND HOW MANY OLD WEBSITES WERE NEVER ARCHIVED EVER AND NOW I CAN"T JUST BROWSE?!

the internet is a freaking graveyard, ok. the names are inscribed in stone but are faded and unless the person was famous we'll never know who it is. Also matter how much I dig I'm only gonna find bare bones (if that) in so many cases. It's only as permanent as we make it.

when I see something dated 2019 I think “oh that’s not too long ago” and then I remember that 2019 was not only five years ago but those five years have somehow contained several lifetimes

Making long-form webcomics is like

Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

paying a little visit to a beloved mutual's blog after not seeing them on the dash for a while as if i'm dropping by their cottage with some biscuits and jams in a wicker basket

idk if it’s the mental illness but sharing literally any information feels like oversharing. i’ll be like “i skipped breakfast this morning” and immediately im like “i might as well have told them where i buried the money”

the elusive 7 act Structure

Nothing gives the same kind of random ego boost like managing to finally clean up your home and making it nice. Like ooh look at me, I'm living like people do, I made myself iced tea and I am eating my snack from a real plate. I got floors and shit.

Interrupting Falin talk to bring you the scene that shows why Laios really great autistic representation and why Shuro is the worst. he's a well written character but I hate him

i already have a job and it's called keeping myself alive. why do i have to be employed on top of that

the circus was in town that day 🤡

Bear Paw Armor Cuprum Arm Guard, Indo Persian Islamic Empire Dynasty

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