Animal Parts I Wish I Had by Bird and Moon comics
Oviraptor, Sammy Hill
He was eighteen years old. He had raised almost as many broods, watched them grow and become mothers and fathers themselves. He was clam-fisher and crab-catcher, nest-builder and egg-keeper. He’d faced skulking velociraptors, puffed and squawked at rummaging protoceratopses, and dodged the crushing feet of nemegtosaurs. He knew to follow the termite-loving, spade-handed Shuvuuia so he could plunder the lizards attracted to the digger’s insect nest destructions. He was Hermes via Quetzalcoatl.
But now the old tom had lost some of his luster: his once-cerulean wattle was dusty gray, and his plumage had gone pale under the Mongolian sun. Regardless, he still clucked and strutted, watching his grandchildren gather by their mothers in the sand along the arroyos.
(via aurusallos)Source: antediluvianechoes
This is you. This is where all your thoughts are kept. Every other part of your body is used to protect and sustain this.
I want to cry
it’s weirdly comforting to know that all of the meaningless bullshit society judges me on is just a meatsuit made to support the terrifying tentacle beast that is my true form (◡‿◡✿)
THAT LAST COMMENT. BAM.
We are all just tentacle beasts piloting meat suits on a lump of filth hurling its way through the void of space infinitum.
(via roflsandwaffles)Source: heddykase