🏳️‍⚧️🌌🌇 ~celestial sage iriana~ 🎑🌟🏳️‍⚧️

i should've done this sooner but it took me literal months to get my apartment clean because of the nearly year-long fugue state i was in, and maybe if i had done it sooner i'd be out by now, because whoever that is moved in literally right when i listed the damn place

the idea that the thing preventing me from leaving and actually moving forward with life is someone else's decision to buy my house is out of control, and the main thing affecting it is people upstairs keeping constantly barking dogs, also a thing out of my control, is driving me into a fugue state

#OFTHEDEVIL

the dogs upstairs have definitely gotten worse lately

boob soreness high

girls get flowers growing out of their eyes, boys vomit flowers instead

my dreamy sappiness is high but my monsterfucking quotient is low. my imagination is not a very physical, tangible place - i can see and hear things but it's not one where i think in any particularly visceral tactile way. i have trouble 'imagining' a taste, that's my key deficency

it's kind of actually odd how my brain is just straight up not wired the way furries are. its not for lack of exposure or shame or anything ive just never really felt desire operate that way. same goes with a lot of adjacent things like monmusu and stuff. a lotta traits turn me off

in that way i'm not very well serviced in my particular fussiness. it's a domain far more occupied by the more anything-goes messy excesses type of artists - it's also just a lot more popular in furry spheres, which remains the primary 'this just ain't me' boundary i encounter

my thing is that i prefer vore to be a form of possessiveness and intimacy. a kind of imprisonment whose surveillance and affection comes from the confines being one's body. i kind of can't actually enjoy associating it with food and the way one would treat that. it should be a very active relation

she will empower you...

gotta harness that power for ui-chan

Putting the tank in tank top

December 23, 2020 Andrew Kane How to Be a Dog If you want to be a dog, first you must learn to wait. You must wait all day until somebody returns, and if somebody returns late, you must learn to wait until then. Then you must learn to speak in one of the voices available to you, high and light or mellow thick and low or middle-range and terse. Whichever voice you learn to speak, you will meet somebody who does not like you because of it, they will be wary or annoyed or you will remind them of something or someone else. Once you have learned to speak you must learn not to speak unless you absolutely must, or to speak as much as you feel you must regardless of how many times you are told to stop, or sit, or placed behind a door—this will depend on what kind of a dog you want to be. And indeed there are many kinds. It may not feel as though you get to choose, and that too is a kind of dog. Next you must learn to relinquish all control over everything you might wish to control. You must learn to prefer to be led about by the neck on a piece of string, or staked to a neglected lawn by a length of chain. You must learn, once you have sampled the freedom of a life without a chain, that it is better to return and be chained again. Or you may learn that it is not— a fugitive is also a kind of dog. Of course you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love. You must learn to be confused but never disappointed by a deficiency of love. You must give up your children and not know why. You must lose yourself wholly in activity; you must never feel an itch that you do not scratch. You must learn how to wait at the foot of the bed and hope, silently, that somebody is drunk enough or lonely enough to invite you up, and you must learn not to show your excitement too much or overplay your hand. If you want to be a dog, you must learn to believe that you are not in fact a dog at all.

yall remember How To Be A Dog by Andrew Kane? lets recall How To Be A Dog by Andrew Kane

yea that's so fucking good

hoping it's something small and easily fixed

eternally my approach to 'i don't like this pairing' in any sense is to just not dedicate brainspace to it and look the other way. you're never going to convince the masses at large or anything. thankfully im around people that uphold this since i come up with weird-ass ships

same brain.

, wet dream scenario,

she's so awesome she should beat someone to death with the rake

instead i'm stuck pointlessly jealous of things i will never have that i never should've known about, because all it's done is demotivate me.

if i never tried to do any of that shit, if i just shut up, did nothing except work and sleep and got rid of all internet access, i would a) be at the same point in life i am now, and b) have several thousand more dollars to hand off to someone with an actual life to lead

and given i'm constantly weighing 'i need to be able to change, or else it isn't worth living, and at the point at which i die i need to be able to give everything i have to others', it quite literally feels like trying to do the former is only sabotaging the latter

it feels so often that every time i try to make a change in my life, the only real outcome is 'you now have less money than you did previously'. like i don't know how to 'make changes in life' that aren't just a pointless expense of resources

i think some part of me laments that i won't ever get pregnant

they're calling it the least green-white card ever printed

Comes With The Mugs They don’t need them, so it’s your win. And if you don’t need more mugs, then just leave your mugs with your current home. Let’s all just stop taking mugs with us whenever we move. That could start right here with this house. Reference #88225

Real Estate: Comes With The Mugs

i get not liking het and i respect it the same i respect any choice but the amount of hate i get for drawing a few het ships is absolutely ridiculous... people act like i am drawing puppies being murdered when i draw a guy and a girl kissing. we're too old to act like that man. like be for real

A photoshop.of the Bye Bye Man movie poster that reads "ay his name. You won't laugh when he kills you. The Perpee Poopoo Man"

I think about this meme more than any modern horror property.