#aiee

[literallywhosaidthat]

More kissies ... they're more fun than i thought to do

[mangolon]

I get the wedding bell motif, but this is....creepy.

[alexleevy]

𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗫  𝗜𝗡  𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬  𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘   —   3.02  𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵  𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘔𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦

UBA  didn't  protect  me  when  Maggie  Brener  aired  all  my  shit  to  the  world. You  know,  this  isn't  just  about  you.  There's  other  people  here  that  are  really  scared.

[four-pointed-leaf]

Bark bark bark

[ivoryivan]

here's a really shitty blurry image of my System tat :) I'll leave an update when it's fully healed

[amoransia]

At the revelation of Mr. Priest being able to read lips, a lot of people on the JP side are theorizing that he actually already knows Imuri’s true identity and is keeping it hidden for whatever reason. I don’t actually believe this theory, but it being true would imply that he probably knew who Imuri was from the very start...

[kid-sid]

MESSIAH JONES

[trashcanalienist]

The sky was nice today, so unspeakably beautiful that I gazed wildly into it at that notorious dusky twilight hour and was overwhelmed by the sheer immense nature of its tremendous soul (for I understand so well that common phrase of the spirit of the wilderness - call it what you like, be it the freezing lonely Wendigo or the tempting promise of the West) that I wanted so desperately to twist and writhe and twirl and beat my legs and chest and, sobbing, howl my desolate love to that lavender finality, that base-lit eternity...

But I went inside instead. I have to keep pretending to be human for now. A shame. I don't much care for it - humanity makes my face not my own, makes me conscious about such trivial things as my expressions and my inability to speak as quickly in their tripping language as they can…I am most easily truly myself when "I" don't matter, when I can simply live as part of a large and thrumming Whole.

There are those who share my thoughts, my mind, my feelings...they are few, but they are there.

What a Thing! What a simple complex thing! The blasted heath, the desolate grass, the howling stars...through to the glowing golden energy that licks its lazy way through the whispering vibrance of the blushing trees, murmuring softly as the warm earth, splashing and babbling as a darting riverbrook...both so unspeakably lovely, so inhumanly, fiercely beautiful, so immense and so close and personal and binding...