I am the throat of delusion incarnate

Bee - They/them Heart, lungs, liver, nerves Insta @honey_dues

[ponydoodles]

hewwo pwincess

[magentasnail]

It's like looking in a mirror

[tainebot01]

Everyone spun masterfully!

[drangel76]

love or hate flowery you cannot deny his impact on the vocal stimming community. his jarona

[drangel76]

everyone has replied to this with a completely different voice clip

[eatingmarkerz]

jarona guy

[itsybitsyjoltik]

we can’t keep letting him get away with this

[hoodlytheowl]

[inkyaltbitts]

I CANT BREATHE IM FUCKING CRYING LAUHING IM SOOO HAHAHAHA

[nelle--fox]

...Where did you go again..?

[necrowyrm]

I seem to have recently become the type of girl who will, in actual fact, kick her feet in excitement if she happens to be texting a charming young lady while in bed

[handsmotif]

[cat-mermaid]

look at that fucking gleeful "oh ho ho" shit face Ralsei makes if you turn off Flowery's voice clips

hater Ralsei is best Ralsei

[orphetoon]

to the other side of the lake

[swagvo1d]

doomed

[mojavemusicradio]

this is what happened at the festival right

[squaresaw]

So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess

[tinyirnfistforever]

This comic made me cry.