Sasha

bad advice

I really don't know anything about cars!!

YEAH, this is also my exact opinion on Daft Punk (and Half Life 1). I can see how they'd be revolutionary at the time, but nowadays, they've been surpassed several times over.

Despite that, they still hold up as pretty average, which I suppose is better than aging poorly.

I think I'm the only person who doesn't get the big deal about Justice's Cross. I listened to the whole album, and it's fine. Not bad, but nothing special

Yet everyone online seems obsessed with it, at least as far as I've seen

Yuuuuup. That's what happened at the post office, now it's happening all over again with this job

a black-footed cat, which is small and looks vaguely ocelot-like in coloration

thsi little guy is the most successful hunter

Tangentially related, but on occasion, I fantasize about going to one of those "Cuckoo's Nest" type psychiatric hospitals and getting myself drugged into a state of being comatose

It felt like a good compromise between those who want me to live (friends) and those who want me to die (me).

If I fantasize about death to get out of going to my job, it's time for a new job.

As a woman enjoyer, I always appreciate more women being drawn

My flesh, it fails me

A few weeks ago, I think?

New bucket list item for ANE

I sure hope so

I've made the decision that I will get a vagina by the time I'm 30

I love the way you drew her hair! :3

You are such a kitten. You don't have to use words if you can't right now~

Mrowr?

We Have Enough Dead Friends By Lena Oleanderson Come over. The doors are open, my flat's a mess and so is my heart but the doors are always open. Come over. I will make soup, probably from frozen but the important thing is we will both eat. You don't have to be dying, but if you are, or you feel like you are, or if living's been hard, call me, and I will show up. It doesn't have to be that bad, it doesn't have to be bad at all, but if it is, please call. Do you want me to do the groceries? Do you want me to mop the floors? Do you need to be held; you don't have to be dying to be held. If you want me to be there, I want to. I'm on the bathroom floor again, and breathing is hard, and eating's been hard, and sleeping, the world is a laden thing rolling around on my chest lately. Just being alive is heavy tonight, but we have enough dead friends. Come over.

I don't think I've come across a poem that taps into my ethos when it comes to navigating queer community within the context of a hostile world as much as "We Have Enough Dead Friends" by Lena Oleanderson.

I strive to make my home a sanctuary where other faggots feel safe and cared for.

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii :3

I am also here on bsky :3

💯

Mornings are so much better when you can wake up and immediately start cuddling a warm, squishy mouse 💙

Eepy

Ooooooo maybe!

Oooooo Chinese

It’s his day.

Warmb