Got bored while guarding my exhibition and took some close up pics of my mossy rug mushrooms.
No one wants to work anymore. All kids these days want is to physically transform into animals. Bones cracking, breaking, splintering apart, stitching together into exhilaratingly new shapes. Hair, all kinds hair, various fluids and oils and whatnot. Ragged-lip maws dripping with alien teeth, crowning in teething agony like the birth of an infant god. Gore-streaked visages howling in pagan delight by the pale light of the moon, etc. No work ethic. He who makes a beast of himself takes away the pain of clocking in tomorrow
me saying bye to my trans masc friends as they depart for jupiter to get more stupider
when your pet comes to you from another room, the preceding moments meant that they were alone somewhere and thought about YOU, an animal brain literally thought about you and came to you to see what you were doing. that’s love, unconditional.
the transgender experience of seeing a fictional character undergo an extremely painful but rapid transformation like growing and twisting into an enormous wolflike beast or having wings burst bloodily from their back and going god i wish that were me
the desire to not just change but be transformed into something else that is visibly different but still you. the need for that change to be something undeniable that you cannot simply look away from or pretend to ignore.
One important thing that you should do as a queer person is to find another queer person whose brain works just like yours (romantically or not) and then adopt a cat together and then finally steal that fucking Pikachu and make it big
Reblog and put in the tags something you were so brave about today, e.g dealing with coworkers, or resisting the urge to walk straight into the sea to join our aquatic forebearers
BOSS MAKES A BOATLOAD I MAKE A SMIDGE
THAT'S WHY I JERK OFF IN THE WALK IN FRIDGE
No I cant go to your house because your water is too small I will only drink big water or huge water