"no one plays pocket camp anymore" FUCK YOU, look at goldie
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"no one plays pocket camp anymore" FUCK YOU, look at goldie
um you cant just base your fursona off of me tahts creepy and ill see you in furr y court (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง
its not based off you if the fursona generator god gave it to me,, you gotta generate your own,, your claim wont hold up in a furry court of law bc i didnt copy you!!! if anything you copied my destined fursona,,
idk how long ago you reblogged that post but i want to make sure uou kmow that the tags on your fursona generator reblog are me thats literally me. im suing,,see you in bird hell
i dont know who u think u r but thats my fursona,, the fursona generator bestowed me with such a beautiful creature,,, fucckign fight me for it
I’m Mad at Tom rn but i drew him anyways bc God Knows how much i love boys that just got the Shit beaten out of them.
why the fuck does everything turn into a treat to send me back to my dads house i literally asked to dye my hair honestly it's fucking cruel fuck you lance
don't fucking yell at me it brims me backa trip to the mall a car ride home 4 people in this car all listening to you scream telling me how much you want to punch me in the face over and over again as hard as you can until i can't fucking speak no one stops you as you continue to scream she looks over at me and mouths something of comfort though she's just as scared as me don't listen to him i make out but i can't block you out get in the damn house and put on your gym clothes you yell so loud yet the neighbors never hear my best friend tells me im lying when i say i hate you taking me to a place of haven not caring that you shit upon sacred ground with each step your running and not fuckinf stopping your too fat to walk why does it always come back to weight with you? would you love me if i was skinny? you proved that you did or as close as you could cone don't fucking yell at me because you'll take me back to a place where the yelling didn't stop
i don't care if i do something that annoys you you should not yell at me i do not deserve to be treated this way you know i flinch every time someone raises their voice you know i get scared whenever someone looks at me wrong you know my history and exactly what has happened to me in the past and you know damn well that yelling at me is just fucking cruel don't fucking yell at me