He's Just A Lil' Guy.

he's just a lil' guy.

[ comms // shop ]

last post for tonight I promise-

Delta & Omega style variations.

sneak peak at tomorrow's shop update.~

The pre-order for the Sun & Moon charm restock has been extended until tonight (3rd June) as we won't have time to put in the order today.

We don't get much stock otherwise, so this is your best chance to get one. ✨ Thank you to everyone who's purchased the set so far!

And the Bioshock thank you note doodles going out with the Little Dads on Thursday.~

a rare glasses Sinclair has appeared

The places that are, separate yet connected.

Like string that knows it's a web.

Our Atlas says I shouldn't need to make poetry to speak, that I'm typing like this to hide the embarrassment of Sharing My Thoughts Unasked.

But our Atlas is not of Wonderland, and just because he's invited me into his home- that is giving me an awful headache by-the-way- does not mean he Knows Me.

He has a lovely home though. There's ghosts of memories in the walls. It belonged to someone we knew as a child, a flat above a bar they owned. It was real then. Physical. Moira owns it now; not physical, inner world, introjected from a time we no longer remember. She has for the last 13 years.

But it's not meant for me.

I can feel the inner world trying to kick me out, even though they've invited me to stay.

How curious, is the mind, in mechanisms of defense.

What are you hiding?