Snek

Random bit of writing

I wrote this for an English class, but I have since realized that the concept for this story would drag on far beyond the word limit, so I'm scraping it and going with a different idea. I have decided tumblr can have this, it’s mostly unedited and I'm not great at writing but it exists so why not. 

Bright. It was bright. I clamped my eyes closed quickly, bringing the palms of my hands up to meet them. My t-shirt stuck to my back as I sat up slowly. The air was slightly too warm for comfort, just warm enough to mess with me. The tang of bile pricked the back of my throat as if I had vomited recently. I sat for a moment letting small snippets of conversation flit through my ears and a couple bizarre tunes waft their way over. I opened my eyes again blinking a few times. Spray-paint stained the wall across from me, half hearted drawings marring the surface. Twisting around I caught sight of someone walking by, lab coat dancing behind them as they went. I reached back into my memory trying and failing to work out where I was. Three more people come walking past my small nook between buildings, these ones wearing dresses and gasmasks. I blinked. Slowly raising from my half sitting half lying position on the wet pavement, I clambered to my feet, the wall behind me helping support my weight. I stumbled forward, out onto the wide street and immediately felt I was dreaming, yet somehow knowing I wasn’t. 

The place in front of me made absolutely no sense. The street was lined by shops horrible and wonderful. Doll heads piled high completely blocking out the windows of one shopfront, another store simply labelled ‘FOXES’, guitars suspended from wire at all angles, ‘Feelings’ stated another store, bottles upon bottles with small portions of strange, multi-colored mist inside. A moose with too many legs wandered down the road a rider on it’s back. Cars old and new casually drove past, all seeming to be out of different times as if someone had taken one from each decade and put them all here. The people roaming the bizarre place seemed somehow even more odd. People dressed in wedding dresses, strangely coloured suits, lab coats, scout uniforms and all manner of curios other things. Their peculiar clothing adorned with things like gas masks, hoods, and unusual face paint. Some didn’t seem quite human, curiously tall, headless, made from branches or just skeletons with no clear force holding them together. Some had far to many arms or eyes, and many had irregular shades of skin ranging from blue to bright red. It was a weird, eccentric sort of place, and my head was overwhelmed with a single thought. 

'I'm not supposed to be here. 

He sits.

I have a tumblr account. It is inactive. Yes. Mushroom.

So i never post on my tumblr so here’s a thing i did. :)

Happy new year. hopefully this one goes better. its the new year where I am but probably not for many other people who see this. :)

Merry Christmas

:)

I’m really happy at the moment

So I was texting a friend and looking through the emojis and there are a bunch of new ones that are really cool! I would put some here but I don't have tumblr on my phone for reasons of my own, but there are like people which could pass as agender emojis (not like just standard faces but like people with hair and stuff), a guy in a wedding dress, and women in suits, a couple prosthetic limbs, some people in wheel chairs, some feminine bathers that aren’t bikini, an ear with a hearing aid, more family types than before, there are some service dogs and a trans flag :). Idk this just makes me really happy.

I'm in Australia so summer is starting... it’s hot and I’m bored... how are you?

My mother: wear leggings and a skirt today

Me who hates wearing that kind of stuff: why?

my mother: because I’m sick of you looking like a boy

I’m stuck somewhere between kind of happy because I wanna look like a boy and incredibly annoyed because wearing skirts is just not remotely enjoyable. Sooooo...?

Hello

Hey there :) I don’t really know what I’m doing, and if I’m being perfectly honest I doubt I ever will but I kinda want a place to just post thoughts and maybe doodles sometimes so I’m using my tumblr. I suppose I should tell you some things about myself. 

- Cavetown and Twenty Øne piløts are some of my favorite musicians at the moment

- I’m not that old (but I’m not telling you people my age)

- I’m from Australia

- I only speak English but I understand a very very small amount of French

I don’t really know what else to say, so that’s all.