The Sun Mourns In Vain For The White-throated Rail: A Comic About Disability And The Unwanted Able-bodied

the sun mourns in vain for the white-throated rail: a comic about disability and the unwanted able-bodied grief for past selves.

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Thinking back to the first story I ever started writing down (I was 7 or 8) about a group of stray cats who, every full moon, took the form of human kids. They actually were human kids, who had been killed (all at different times/by different people). Their bodies were each dumped by the side of the road where a cat had been hit by a car previously, and their souls landed in the cats' bodies. Eventually they all found each other and decided that every full moon, when they shifted, they'd try to solve each other's murders one by one. It was going to be a series, with each book focusing on a different kid's murder mystery. I told my mom about it once, briefly, and she said "Those cat books (warrior cats) are making you creepy."

Oh, this is a fun one! I collect two very specific things in very nonspecific ways. I collect stories, and I collect time.

I'll snatches up any kind of story in any form. I've got overflowing bookshelves of amazing stories, and my phone is full of pictures, little captured moments of people in little bits of time. I've got little scraps of paper with whispers of handwriting of everyone I know, documenting the progress of their hand writing from the day the were born to the day they died. Little drawings from little kids that most people would throw away. Little clay sculptures from that one day we got really fun and pulled out the art supplies when they were 4. I'm a bit of a hoarder but it brings a smile to my face, so what's a little clutter in the long run?

I also collect time. Dead watches, specifically. Though I only collect the ones who haven't been tampered with. The hands still have to be in the position they died at. I want to save the moment time froze, even if only to grasp at the concept of endless eternity. The death of time is not rare, but it is easily overlooked and forgotten in the rapid rush of life.

if you don’t have @ least one collection of specific items i literally have nothing more to say to you. we will never relate to each other. however, you cool ass motherfuckers who do collect @ least one type of thing, reblog this post and say what that thing is. i’ll go first: clown dolls and good luck charms

“Gen Z will change the world”

we literally just don’t give a fuck