many good anecdotes from that place, i could talk about it for quite a bit. you know the memes about "i want to lie on top of other ppl under the sun, just like cats do"?

this was the place. it happened. i have napped using ppl whose name i didnt knew as pillows, while others used me as pillow as well, lying in the soft ground, under the sunlight. it was so very damn good.

also there were a bunch of interactions like "i dont know your name because there are so many of you here and because im an absolute disaster knowing ppl names, but you know me because im the kitchen regent nº 2" - pretty nice interactions. i remember fondly being approached by ppl of multiple ages (10, 14, 17, and more) and they asking me "hey, can i give you a hug? i have heard that you give pretty nice hugs" and then some times i would go like "yeah, for you, and for you as well" and other times i would say GROUP HUG and attack multiple ppl at once. turns out, apparently i gave pretty good hugs, because it kept happening for years.

that place, those ppl, always made me nervous, but i have never felt so at home anywhere else, by far. nature and nice ppl. chilling. making extreme spaghetti. nice talks everywhere, and i could just arrive at one and learn stuff, and i wasnt asked to talk too. btw thats where i learned the basics of how to perform a drag show lol, the makeup, the history (tho i only remember parts), the types of music, the movements, etc.i have never been interested in doing drag but hey, learning about it is nice

i am an absolute failure at being social nowadays here, on telegram (and im even worse irl), but before i got to live that... well. i was WAY LESS social lol. like, legit once when i was 14yo i spent 8 months straight without talking with anybody at all and therefore i hurt my voice (and also forgot my legal name lol).

i wish i could get experiences like that again someday, but even if i dont, i have already gotten so much out of what already happened. i progressed and opened and changed for the better, a lot. and i have many anecdotes about that, but they wont be told today, because its 5am and i wake up early tomorrow i came here only to talk about spaghetti. i'll spoiler you a little bit tho: i accidentally became a cryptid so many times. walking trough the forest without any light in the middle of the night, when you are terribly pale and have, uh, other features, have ended in screams, jumps, a few automaticpunching reactions, a lot of scared ppl, and a not small number of flashlights pointing at me. walking trough the forest in the night is nice tho. and the moon actually shone bright enough to not need any extra light. what was unnerving to most tho, and i got told about many times about how "could you please not fucking do that ever again?", is that i apparently walk very silently even over dead leaves. i feel like i make a lot of noise, but no one was ever able to hear me. even when i put extra effort into being as noisy as possible.

man do i love forests

and this is what happens whenever i try to talk about a very specific, very closed theme. i just end up talking about everything. i put real effort into not rambling about stuff that is too unrelated, trust me

no but jokes aside i really should try to go to sleep already xd

i know nobody will care but guess who stayed awake for like 3-4 more hours trying to sleep because they couldnt stop thinking about important stuff like "lets make a list with the differences between crabs and spiders". no i will not be posting the list because i got distracted by other stuff before i could shape it in my mind.

aw yis baby. i couldnt have any plushie when i was a kid* and you better believe that i've been making up for it.

*i had one for a while, to be truthful. when i was i think 7, and i was returning to my house, i once found an abandoned dinosaur plushie on the street. but it wasnt just any dinosaur plushie. it was a GIANT dinosaur plushie, it was maybe as big as me, and it was green and the best thing that happened to me in a while

now, it was abandoned on the street. you could imagine that my parents werent happy with it when i brought it to the house. "thats so dirty, get rid of it", but i decided to wash it, and put it in the bathtub. i was young and inexperienced. turns out, if you absolutely soak a plushie, you have to wait until it dries, and with a plushie as big as that one it was gonna be a looooong time. bonus points because it wasnt summer by any means.

anyway, a week or two later, dinopepino dissapeared. dinopepino forever in my heart. he was green and had damn (soft) spikes that went from the back of the head to the end of the tail

You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him
Goethe

having back pain because of sleeping on a very irregular surface made of plushies is but a price to pay

today's frog