ILGA started a petition with @AllOut that could really change things for LGBT+ people. Add your name and join them in the fight for LGBT+ rights! 🌈 https://t.co/t2flZtTRXa
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Any chance we’ll get the stone gazebo with the metal roof (from the ruins) as a debug item to go with the debug dome of floating ivy it looks like it pairs with? 🤞🏻😅🙈
To celebrate Cottage Living I’m making a tiny paper craft cottage. I stared by folding like 20 little books that decorate one of the rooms. This is going to take a while!
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The kids were scared when the Ouija board moved on its own.
But why did it move so immediately? Did a ghost just hang around the board, hoping for a shared letter or two?
The next life must be lonely, they agreed.
That was scary too.
The night was cold. They watched the stars.
"Why are we here?" he asked.
"To keep each other company," the Oracle said.
"Why do we exist, I mean."
"Yes."
She found it important to have dreams of many sizes.
Small, portable dreams to keep in a pocket. Always at hand.
Dreams large enough to crawl inside and shut the door.
To shelter through the storms.
Tensions were high at the monster’s weekly poker night.
The pot was growing, and he had a lot of skin in the game.
He had some organs in the game too, and he didn’t want to lose those either.
There was something she couldn't remember when she was awake.
She hunted the echoes of dreams around her house, brushing them into dust pans and trapping them under mugs.
Searching for the words she spoke in her sleep.
The wind raged outside. The rain came in a fury.
She opened wide all the windows, & threw open the doors.
Quiet no longer served her, so she chased it out.
Time instead to learn the language of storms.