✨ My son loves you ✨
🐸 I’m slowly archiving my goal to become a confident non binary goblin with green messy hair…also penguins are gay like me so my cover is lit 🐸
🐸 I freakin love my hair 🐸
When your Furby loves your rat more than you
(warning: sad, but kind of heartwarming too)
My dad and his two brothers have a favorite stretch of woods - mostly for hunting and fishing, also mushrooms and the yarrow patch. There’s a spot only known to them (and now me) up on a ridge by the creek, beside a deer trail. My uncle used to chase deers up out of that creek valley, just runnin’ through the woods in his bare feet and mountain-man beard. When he died, we planted his ashes (illegally) between the roots of two big old pines because he’d wanted to ‘feed the trees’.
There’s no marker there. My dad and my other uncle knew how to find it, just from the land and the trees and the deer trails. When my dad died the following year, I planted his ashes there with his brother. My surviving uncle took me out into those woods and passed down how to find the place - where to branch off from the public trail, the elevation changes to look for, the ridge, the pines. He showed me the yarrow patch and we took some home to keep for tea.
When we planted my dad, I felt the need to cut my hair. I hadn’t done it since he died. I don’t know why I needed to, but I needed to - and I needed to do it at the pines, alone, with a knife. My uncle didn’t bat an eye - just lent me his sharpest one and ushered the rest of the family off back to the house to give me space.
My uncle gets it. Any time I get ready to go camping, he lends me gear and we spend an afternoon tinkering and testing fire-starters and fish traps and packing little kits of handy things. When I visit him, he sends me home with maple syrup and I can say “I sat under the tree that was tapped from”. He helps his ancient farmer neighbor out with the apple trees every year and the neighbor gives him a few bushels of apples, which he dehydrates with cinnamon to make basically fruit candy. He bought a bunch of cheap hardware-store test cans of paint in all different colors and a grab-bag of colored hinges and handles and re-did his cupboards with them, making sure that no cupboard had the same color paint, hinges, or handle.
I’ll tell you folks more about my gob family in future posts, not all of it is sad.
Oh to be a bee at an elementary school. The lunch bell rings and a small boy with a Ziploc bag containing remnants of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich approaches. He places the bag over your head and closes it. As you suffocate, you hear little girls screaming as the boy shows them your tomb.
That cute little thing is the only clock I own and the only one I trust. It is also a part of my hoard.
That’s one of the best things I own, so I thought I’ll show it to y'all!
One of my plant babies. Sorry for the low quality.
The worm on the string known as Zodiac has passed away. He will be immortalized in my most noted Tumblr post for holding together a bouquet of wild flowers. Thank you for your deeds buddy. R.I.P. Zodiac.
Fluffy opossmum with her possy possum bebies 🥺💕
dad: i dunno what that screws for.
me: well, are you going to keep it?
dad: do you want it???
sister: don’t fucking lie to him, you want the screw. fucking goblin.
A pretty tree i thought we should all see
I just made my first goblin friend !!
Im cupids goblin sister. I spend valentines day throwing handfuls of sweethearts candy at people