molly
@bugmom.bsky.social
hill person who mostly sews and forages the forest floor
neighbor called the cops on me for drinking form their bird bath again
hospitalized after a fugue state of hyperfocus in which I ate only fistfuls of pretzels for 167 hours
hanging out in the cave with my mutuals watching the shadows dance upon the wall
one of my favorite parts of the appalachian accent is just randomly adding an “L” to words that end in an open vowel bra = brawl saw = sawl
Since time immemorial, man and printer have stood as eternal adversaries
meet me here when first new moon shrouds us in shadow
The English Oak Project@thekentacorn.bsky.social · last wk.I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free Michelangelo
I need to be imprisoned in a tower with my hobbies I need to be cursed in some fashion by a witch or jealous stepmother so I can focus on my art
I’m writing all of your posts in a little notebook so I can read them when the grid goes down
when the libs are commenting on your tame quips with "omg I just spit out my coffee lmao omg," "this is so funny!" and "you win the internet today, sir" it is time to delete your account and go into the mountains
I have grown tired of the workwear guy. He is paying the world’s richest Nazi for the privilege of a blue check in order to provide sassy engagement in the replies of a notorious sex trafficking serial rapist. These are the actions of a dunderheaded fool
sometimes i’ll be enjoying life and whatnot. then i get reminded there’s a bunch of people who own everything and want to send me to a moon mine
hey watch this (i stand perfectly still until the moon rises behind me)