when the pearls in our shells came out to dance
It's that time again, and this time I even have a full post. Plus one, because I have officially reached new levels of neurosis and couldn't leave Lake Without Boats all alone down there.
Dear Gravity,
Spats and a bow tie are totally on my shopping list.
Sunshine Machine
Whoever makes me this outfit will get... I don't even know. I'm sure I have a few organs that aren't doing anything terribly important.
Sea without storms (Second to last afternoon)
Extremely, shamelessly based after manipulant's Into The Woods, which has only ever had crippling effects on my dignity. I think when I was about six years old somebody installed a big flashing red button marked Little Mermaid Adaptations, and this particular literary specimen takes to it with a sledgehammer. A big one. Like the ones they use at amusement parks, covered in stars and glitter and shit.
I'm pretty much really, definitely okay with all of this.
Uh. Alternately, for those of you not rolling your eyes at me right now for my complete lack of subtlety: This is a picture of two dudes on a dock. One of them is unhappy, you decide why. Enjoy!~
Lake Without Boats (what a catch)
I am still completely subtle.
As usual, this is entirely an attention-seeking maneuver.
Feedback, opinions, interpretations, spot-the-obvious-visual-references, make fun of me because I'm a giant dork, whatever tickles your pickle. Have at!
And I'm pretty serious about the organs.
Dear Gravity,
Spats and a bow tie are totally on my shopping list.
Sunshine Machine
Whoever makes me this outfit will get... I don't even know. I'm sure I have a few organs that aren't doing anything terribly important.
Sea without storms (Second to last afternoon)
Extremely, shamelessly based after manipulant's Into The Woods, which has only ever had crippling effects on my dignity. I think when I was about six years old somebody installed a big flashing red button marked Little Mermaid Adaptations, and this particular literary specimen takes to it with a sledgehammer. A big one. Like the ones they use at amusement parks, covered in stars and glitter and shit.
I'm pretty much really, definitely okay with all of this.
Uh. Alternately, for those of you not rolling your eyes at me right now for my complete lack of subtlety: This is a picture of two dudes on a dock. One of them is unhappy, you decide why. Enjoy!~
Lake Without Boats (what a catch)
I am still completely subtle.
As usual, this is entirely an attention-seeking maneuver.
Feedback, opinions, interpretations, spot-the-obvious-visual-references, make fun of me because I'm a giant dork, whatever tickles your pickle. Have at!
And I'm pretty serious about the organs.