Star Dividers

suck, and i cannot stress this enough, my cock to the fucking base

genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat

Kacchan doodles

Me and who

The shelter staff said they do this ALL DAY

I think one day *I* want to embody the adoptive motherly spirit of the capybara

I meant to make this meme ages ago when pride month was still on but yeah gé (pronounced gay) is the Irish for a goose.

"came back wrong" this "lived wrong" that, what about dying wrong. my death will forever cling to you, leaving behind a slimy trail and a metallic taste in your mouth. my soul will forever drag you down like the heavy corpse of a long-dead god, who somehow still grants wishes. you can't tell which one of us is the one not letting go. you know not even your own death will end this.

horror of being perceived vs desire to be adored