I'm cold without clothes. Winter is coming, can I buy some socks?

🧦 Day 365? — “E.T. Phone Limbo” E.T. stood alone on the pavement, moonlight stuck mid-glow. His call home kept ringing, but no one answered—maybe the line only worked in dreams. The bike never landed, the stars never blinked. He just waited, glowing faintly, like nostalgia refusing to end.

🧦 Day 365? — “Existential Poopybutthole” Mr. Poopybutthole showed up again, this time confused about whether he’d been here before. Gym floor, Crocs, repetition. He laughed—because what else can you do in a loop? “Aw jeez,” he said, “I think this dream’s rerunning itself.” And somewhere off-screen, the credits refused to roll.

Day 248/365 /socks 🧦 Child’s Play presents…. Chucky Good Guys is a understatement 😂 It’s spooky szn and gotta represent

🧦 Day 365? — “The Cookie Continuum” Cookie Monster sat at a sandwich shop counter, waiting for something sweet—or maybe just something real. Every bite echoed through the dream like crumbs falling in space. He looked up and whispered, “C is for…?” Silence. Just the hum of the fridge.

One of the important principles of tourism and ecotourism, especially in villages, is to buy some of your travel necessities from local residents, because by doing so, we have also helped their economy and in return for the trouble we cause for the villagers, we have at least provided them with a small profit. This creates a better relationship between tourists and local people. I also bought 4 pairs of these woolen socks for the winter☺️

🧦 Day 365? — “Frosted Reality” Tony the Tiger appeared on a countertop horizon, grinning through static. He said it wasn’t breakfast anymore—it was a loop. Every flake crunched like déjà vu. They were gr-r-reat… until they weren’t.

ITAP of my $BTC socks

Day 247/365 /socks 🧦 The Minions and a few of the words they use in their “Minionese” native language Hello! = Bello! Goodbye! = Poopaye! We love you = Tulaliloo ti amo

Tore through my shoes and socks. Now every time I ollie it’s skin on tape. 🩸

where do the missing socks go

I know nothing about any missing socks or my cats collection of stolen socks. The only advice I have is don’t keep your socks in the Louvre.

Gm, good warm friday🍁🧦🧣

🧦 Day 365? — “Anger Management for Birds” Somewhere in the dream, the cat tree became a perch for rebellion. The Angry Birds plotted revenge, feathers ruffled and spirits unbroken. The cat blinked once—unimpressed. Limbo’s rules: everyone’s grounded, but no one stops flying.

My favorite socks for autumn 🍁🍁

Day 246/365 /socks 🧦 The Nightmare Before Christmas Zero 0️⃣ Jack Skellington’s man’s best friend! If my dog doesn’t like you then I don’t like you. They sense things we can’t. Good dog!