What If I Started A Nonhuman Newsletter / Mailing List. Monthly Email Containing A Bunch Of Art / Writing

TW: VERY HEAVY VENTING, self-hate, body dysmorphia, abu$e, etc,

Getting this out because I feel so sick, I don’t expect anyone to read it or feel bad, that’s not the intention.

I’m a bad dog. Not in a peed in the carpet way, or a chewed up a remote way, but in an unlovable mutt, a dog nobody could ever want, way.

Im so stupid and desperate that I let myself get emotionally and physically abused because my boyfriend is the only one who’s ever seemed ok with me being the way I am, hell he even feeds into it and plays with me, and what else could I ask for? and if he’s gone than who else gets it? No one. At this point I deserve it because I let it happen to me like someone else is gonna fix it, but nobody else but me can get me out of this hell. We keep breaking up and then he always talks me back, I feel like my emotions aren’t even mine sometimes, but when I tell him how I feel it’s like… gross and I don’t even understand it, I feel cringe for feeling anything! Especially if it causes even the slightest bit of conflict. I just want everyone else to feel emotions for me. I’m so tired. Even my best friend made jokes about how silly it is that some people think their animals and I wanna throw myself under a car. I’d rather get my head shoved into the ground again or forced to give another blowjob than be alone again please. I can’t take being alone again. I spent so long trying to build up a version of me everyone could like, making friendships, and now it’s like everything is still falling apart anyways, even my relationships can’t be good. What’s the point of even trying anymore? I will always be rejected and used. Nothing I say means anything to anyone. I just make noise.

Even when it’s ok it all goes to shit. One day it’s good the next day I’m being told that my anxiety attacks are a burden, just like the rest of me, and he’s right. Everyone is right about what they say. I’m useless, unlovable, garbage. An animal to be put down. I shouldn’t even be alive!

I wasn’t made to be here. I wasn’t made to be a person, everyday since I was born has just been a fucking shithole, cause it’s all incorrect, the way I feel will never match how I look on the outside, and I will never be able to fully express how I feel on the inside, no matter how hard I try. I have no real place to be me. Why is this nightmare my reality, what did I do wrong in my life to deserve this?

I don’t belong. I don’t belong. I don’t belong.

Its really sad people can't just mind their business and have to spend their lives so miserable they have to make other's miserable to. You can cope behind the screen all you want but IK ur life aint fun chief, this is a very very sad way to get attention. Happy people don't dedicate entire accounts to hating groups of people. You can say I'm the one mad and ill and project your anger onto me all you want, but at the end of the day me and every other therian will keep being therian, you won't change that, and we'll be more happy than you because of it.

But by all means, continue suffering✌️ people like you deserve nothing less

Forcemasc ? Forcefem ? NO

ForceDOG

You will ALL be alterhumans now, you get no choice

Could you make a scenecore chinchilla moodboard,take your time no rush

Scenecore chinchilla moodboard :))!!

Hope you like it^^

Chinchillas are so cute ><

NAR I JUST REBLOGGED THIS MENTIONIG KANDI I FEEL THIS SM!!

alterhumanity is so silly cuz why is a canine thing analyzing the house of usher?

why is a bird playing the piano

why is a fox making friendship bracelets

Hello! Would you consider doing a golden retriever puppy moodboard with themes of crayons, board books, and toys?

golden retriever puppy moodboard with themes of crayons, board books, and toys!

Sometimes otherkinity is having the inexplicable urge to mark things as yours. Sometimes it’s scent marking, chewing, scratching, pissing.

Whatever it is, it’s mine and I need people to know it’s mine and not touch it. Do not touch my bed unless I let you, do not touch my stuff unless I let you, don’t even go in my room unless I say you can.

I will mark everything I swear. This whole house is mine now, get out, ask permission.

Sometimes Therianthropy is

A calling

Somthings deep in your soul.

You hear it thumping in your heart calling you pulling you towards your greater self.

It was ment to be

An itch

It's deep below your skin waiting wanting begging to get out.

Somthing that will eat you alive if you ignore it.

A reaction

Outside of what they say you should be.

More animal then human.

Instincts of the wild.

This is what you are, always have been

longing

Something you want.

Something you need.

Something you should already have.

You reach out for it.

Some grasp it Some don't

You

It's what you are.

It's how you are.

It's why you are.

It's when you are.

And sometimes Therianthropy is love

lab and border collie 

General Alterhuman/Phantom limb haver Survey!

Hello! I am asking anyone with a couple extra minutes who has or does experience phantom limbs (as in non-human phantom limbs) or has or does consider themselves to be Therian, Otherkin, or Fictokin (or any other type of alterhuman) to complete this survey!

Respondents are anonymous, and the data will be compiled into statistics that I will share on here!

Google Docs

General Alterhuman/phantom limb Survey

Hello! I am Sparks. This survey is mainly for my own curiosity considering my own experience and seeing the experience of many therians/othe

Also, while not required, I'd love if you reblogged to increase the sample size! :]

💢 snaps my teeth at your face w my ears back (i want to play but don’t know how so im awkward abt it)