muck (menial)

heyyyy kiddos its me. ayane from game. uh kupo or whatever

how do they let me get away with this

this was a link summary but basically the same idea yea

sure man

hatoba tsugu's bandaid

smh you're so Out Of Touch Thursday(s)

i hate the words "sex swing" because it implies regular swings aren't sexual enough on their own. which we all know to be false

this took me like 2 and a half hours u better all fffffucking like it

fuck me that bit of nutmeg is a gamechanger

dindin is ready

*gruffly* you hold my hand when i'm talking to you

A panel from Volume 10 Page 89 of the manga CITY by Keiichi Arawi.

Volume 10 Page 89
#CITY #KeiichiArawi

my new gear

bookstore day

i am kind of tired that every pair of pants i own is wearing away at the same spot inside the thighs because they're too damn thick and they keep rubbing against each other. but you can not make me wear a skirt. not right now at least

an utter and complete deep tissue cleansing, shirk off the yoke of conscience pontius wore. from scalp, neck, shoulder, breast, palm, every pore, dry sweat and calm the always traitorous itch. (and from the nerves when we've sewn up our flensing -- a golden fleece, the envy of the rich!)

we've seen the rooms, committees you've been chairing. dust from your skin cells might burn to a wick stuck with embalming oil painted thick. let this remind you of your days of daring:

i feel your pain, o men of noble bearing! i pull my teeth and feel the subtle click, lie down to hear my lively heart still tick; are not your soul and flesh a fearsome pairing?

two full friggin months of journaling. im doin too much

i love cuz i love the little bike bell he rings when you press b instead of the airhorn. didn't think i'd miss playing nuclear throne this much

an utter and complete deep tissue cleansing, shirk off the yoke of conscience pontius wore. from scalp, neck, shoulder, breast, palm, every pore, dry sweat and calm the always traitorous itch. (and from the nerves when we've sewn up our flensing -- a golden fleece, the envy of the rich!)

we've seen the rooms, committees you've been chairing. dust from your skin cells might burn to a wick stuck with embalming oil painted thick. let this remind you of your days of daring:

i feel your pain, o men of noble bearing! i pull my teeth and feel the subtle click, lie down to hear my lively heart still tick; are not your soul and flesh a fearsome pairing?

rabbit rabbit

muck's cat ears ^-.-^

enjoying some brotherfingers and some three musky skeeters