#of myself

[jellisdraws]

Late night at the coffee counter

I’m so fond of that lil strand that goes under her eye but is still tucked.

[wizardofwoof]

i dont post here very often but i drew canada and im rpoud of it

[chester-fox-54]

A fat olm thing I drew for fun and the proportions for if it were a fursuit

[backtobackagainsposts]

Crazy to think that nearly no one knows what a fucking freak I am. And I’m notorious around the office for being friendly and approachable. They literally introduce me to half the new people on their first day as ‘someone kind and trustworthy if you need help’.

Meanwhile as soon as I’m alone I’m rubbing my soaked cunt, thinking of being used like a self-lubricating fleshlight in every hole by multiple people. Men and women, even other things sometimes.

I whine when I’m not fucked raw and hard, I crave things that would make better women sneer.

No one knows. But tumblr does.

[thedisasterracers]

The joyful and whimsical presence of Snowanna can leave you with happiness when looking at this tbh.

[why-did-the-goats-have-a-king]

A short story/poem vent thing I wrote. I hope yall enjoy.

@kaylasartwork @deadeyedfae @queen-o-cups @tranquilbird @imstillalexcomic @fluffitanuki

I’m just tagging people here.

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The walls and floor are both white, and their patterns repeat in a pleasing manner save for the places that they interact with walls or doors. Those doors are slightly bothersome, but inevitable given the cthunk limitations of the materials click slam better now single long hallway symmetrical and straight ahead therefore the square tiles can be cut more evenly. Whythehellamidoingthisivealwaysswornoffbeingpartofthisclubbuttjinsistedcthunkandidhatetodisappointclickslamhim.

The sky is cerulean and free and the January air is unseasonably warm indubetedlyduetotheweakingofthejetstreamasaresultoflessdynamicpressureandtemperaturediffercnces. The oak tree and gazebo fountain platform is still an aesthetically pleasing touch. Cthunk I won’t click kill slam myselfIGOTTHIS.

The boy walks into a room full of other boys and strangely clunky wooden lockerbenches. He is instructed to stand with the other boys in the panhandle of the state-of-Utah-shaped room. Observation 1: she doesn’t belong here. Observation 2: she would regret this someday. JUSTIGNOREITANDKEEPFIGHTINGMANUPWEAKLING.

The older boys are throwing a ball. She should try to insert herself into their game. This is the correct way. She can’t catch, but she lets them pelt the ball at her at full strength over and over trying. One such ball would slip through her fingers and break her nose and spray crimson orbs across the other boys. The coach would walk in at that exact moment.

What happened here?

She would go on to lie and say that he’d simply fallen into one of the lockerbenches.

He’d go on to lie and state he loved playing this game.

He’d wait a decade to become herself and begin to heal from this trauma.

[harrrydubois]

kim kitsuragi watches over me and makes sure im okay when i sleep