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you think kindness doesn't exist you fucking pathetic nihilist? how about you look into the big beautiful eyes of a cow? what do you think now? asshole

mango-season

can we all stop pretending that life is fun or even tolerable i want to start being insane in public

by Christi du Toit

Path leading to Ganjin’s grave at Tōshōdai-ji in Nara, Japan.

ooc-amongus

apoemaday

Two-Headed Calf

by Laura Gilpin

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.

artandoddities

“Tear Apart.” An amazing representation of stress by @pur.kissa.art.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CGYWEWWDVPO/?igshid=h7h1e4auueki

artandoddities

Always up for some mystical owl art! By @caitlin_hackett.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CEJq9YED8JU/?igshid=da0pk68koe67

rowshark

By Tiina Menzel

eliminated

sloppjockey

ma / gouache on paper 3x4 inches / 2020

shadowfae

I feel obliged to mention, since some of y’all missed the memo. I have no problems with people who roleplay and use a persona online and pretend to be fictional characters for fun. We call those people “people who roleplay and use a persona online and pretend to be fictional characters for fun”.

I have a problem when they insist they’re otherkin and they aren’t. When they do it for fun and voluntarily and it isn’t that deep, and then turn around and tell me I belong in a psych ward because they want me locked up and away from them because I actually believe the shit I say online. I have a problem with people who take the safest space I have and turn it into something even more hostile, because I thought I could take the walls down and I just got stabbed the moment I did.

I don’t have issues with the experiences wishkin and kinnies have. I have issues with them pretending to be like me for fun, and telling me I’m making it all up and I deserve all the hate I’ve ever gotten and someone should make good on every death threat I’ve ever had lobbed in my direction.

We could exist side by side if they weren’t so disrespectful. But they are. They’re ruining the only honest thing I have for myself. And for that, I can never forgive them.