I am amazing, in addition I'm a 22 year old sculptor (though I do other arts too). I love to make things and I love animals. My favorites are ungulates but I love dogs, cats, chickens, spiders, and mythological beasties too! Actually I love all animals and will probably post as many as possible. I collect a lot of things and you will see everything from breyer horses and customs by myself to dead animals ranging from fresh stuff to skulls/bones and taxidermy. I always tag dead stuff and other certain triggering stuff but sometime I forget so there's that. In addition this blog will also hold anything I find interesting to journal like posts about my day to random fandom stuff and humor.
My dream is to live on a self sustaining farm with many goats, ponies, alpacas, and chickens with a nice out building dedicated to my sculpture studio practices.
this is probably my favorite joke from futurama tbh
I love Futurama but I don’t get this what’s the joke
The joke is that a bunch of conspiracy theories say aliens came and taught Egypt how to build pyramids (because they are ‘too impossible’ for humans to have built’) and it’s actually the Egyptians that taught aliens and advanced their culture.
I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes. A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.
New life took over the town. Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one. As it grew dark it began to rain. I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof. I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.
This is actually really scary once you think about it. There are newspapers and lightbulbs and a painting on the desk in the second picture. There’s a trailer in the fourth, along with numerous cars. There are pots and personal effects in the second to last, and the place is trashed. What made everyone leave in such a hurry that they didn’t have time to grab what was dear to them, or even leave in their cars? Why would they leave them there, and not even consider driving away? What madness inflicted all of the residents to simply leave, without taking anything?
I never understood it either. When I went to my great grandparent’s former farm, when we looked through the rubble of the house, there was all kinds of shit still there. Clothing, televisions, children’s toys… and nobody could give me a straight answer for why it was just left there to rot. The only thing anyone could tell me is that the trouble of packing it up was more than it was worth. They never could say for sure why the house was left in the first place though.