an endless and exhaustive list of what being a zombiekin means to me:
calisthenics every morning to prevent rigor mortis
deeply disturbed on the inside, comfortable with gore and de/th
having an aversion to touch
being a messyy eaterrr, constantly getting in trouble for eating with my hands
avoiding hot temperatures to prevent decomposition
loving winter, im a stiff zombie but a fresh zombie
shuffles feet, pigeon toed
recurrent feelings of malaise
experiencing cotard's syndrome
being extremely forgetful and slow
experiencing cute aggression towards my significant other (the desire to bite or devor them)
clumsiness, and lack of coordination
prefers to nap outdoors on the grass
considers the act of eating human flesh to be intimate and sacred.
celebrating bruises, and wounds
acts of service are my love language
my love for you is undying, just like me !
cemetery picnic dates !!!
soft, sleepy groans, and moans
nearly defective immune system
my existence is homage to the monster frankenstein
using punny language or witty banter in reference to my undead body