For what spreads without permission. For the beauty they call invasive. For the ones who stay low and cover everything

My chest is full of gravel, but I found God in a crocheted dog hat

—Fitz, Interlocuer of the Feral Thread

Zoow Woozy

Truth makes roots. Optics just blow away in the wind.

“Yeah, it’s dangerous. So is forgetting how to feel alive.”

some people would rather destroy something beautiful than admit it wasn’t theirs to begin with.

Are you being listened to or listened through?

“The sacred and the secular are not enemies. They are mirrors cast into different dimensions. One reflects myth. One reflects function. Sometimes, they converge on truth. Sometimes, they leave you to find it.”

— unattributed

Not your ordinary football team. Not your ordinary anything.”

We’re the nothing that dreams of being something