#snekjaw

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Bear with me?

No, bear not with me. Bear elsewhere. I know not where. In fact, bear never with me. If bear with me, I'll let you know.

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Dark fantasy romance, but the romance is actually a sickeningly sweet, loving, healthy relationship. The fantasy world around them, though? Horrid. Insane and haunting stuff around every corner. Dystopian systems created by the fantasy creatures and species. Morality dead. Violence in the background every time the lovers kiss.

Also, it's yuri. Incredibly gay.

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I would sometimes get to pet a neighborhood cat that would appear in the backyard, and after many year of owning dogs, the purr sounded nearly like a growl. It was fascinating.

I think my dog is now starting to purr or is just a brat (definitely just a brat) because sometimes, she'll growl when you pet her, but you put your hand away (you know, because she growled). But then she'd growl again and put your hand on her head by pushing it with her nose, and growl, satisfied.

Girl, that's not how dogs show affection. What are you doing? Brat. Silly girl.

I love my dog.

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Nobody:

Me, wallowing in my sadder emotions: *listening to Imagine Dragons songs that facilitate the feels*

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I wish I could write.

Write books, write stories, write words.

Write music, write songs my soul can sing to (though I have no musical knowledge, other that I listen to music and me likey sometimes).

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I want to feel, I want to think.

But I'm addicted to stuffing my brain (cotton, cotton, cotton candy brain) so as to not feel, not think, live in an illusion of nothingness.

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I feel most blind, not when I don't have my glasses on/off, but the time right after I take them off.

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Hey! I have love in my heart!

:P

Blep!