I Wear This Collar Because It's STYLISH! AND MY GIRLFRIEND GAVE IT TO ME >:[

Hey, I get most of my wolf shifts in the winter. I also have a playlist I only listen to in the winter that helps me feel more wolfish. Here ya go.

Mom: Just be yourself :]

Me: You try being a radioactive dog shoved into a human body and see if it gets you anywhere >:

Say it with me now:

They will not trick me into fearing my neighbors

They will not trick me into turning against friends

They will not trick me into turning against coworkers

They will not convince me I am powerless

They will not convince me I am worthless

They will not convince me I am hateful

You're smarter, kinder, and braver than you think you are. Don't let some old incompotent political leaders convince you otherwise.

Very complex emotions tied to any kind of fruit turnover. Every time I look at them, I smell pine. I see my hands stained by blackberries. They have claws at the ends of them, and they're covered in dirt. It's cold, I can see my own breath. It isn't like my shifts, though, it isnt just me. I feel like I am not myself and at the same time all the same. It's as if I'm handing my body over to someone else for a moment, still aware it isn't me controlling it, still present, and at the same time, someone else completely.

This is probably some kinda derealization thing, but it only ever happens when it starts to get cold or I see those freaking desserts. It isn't really a pleasant feeling when it happens, but it's still something I weirdly miss. Like I'm inviting someone in, letting them have a break from wherever they came from, even for a moment. Weirdest part? I know who it is. I've known him for a couple of years now, and it always felt like he's a part of me after that.

I don't always actively think about him, I never talk to him unless I'm just really freakin lonely, and it isn't like an actual conversation. It's more like I'm just voicing my thoughts out loud, and he's quietly listening.

I don't really know what's up with that. I could call him an imaginary friend if imaginary friends occasionally took over your brain for a moment and made you incredibly uncomfortable with everything happening. Or maybe I am just simply overthinking, and he isn't real at all. Advice would be nice if anyone can offer it.

Feelin real green.

The Tumblr green text shade is a pretty good representation of me, I think. It's just toxic enough for me to think of Fallout and radioactive sludge.

The orange is good too. It isn't super bright, which I appreciate. More Halloween. Like, if I bottled up the original Halloween Town movie or a Spirit Halloween? It would be this orange.

Good shit

Sometimes I look at my partner and remember she's actually this ancient ethereal being made up of stars and magic and I can see her horn and her hooves. She's so beautiful I'm rendered speechless.

Then other times I look at them and see this stinky cat. They're still beautiful ofc just being stinky.

I love my girlfriend. She follows no rules and does what she wants.

I love being a silly little guy on the internet. In real life, I am constantly plagued with deep, all-seeing, and despairing eyes. On Tumblr, I'm just a weird dog. That's beautiful, I think.

Just wanted to share some shockingly good news in these difficult times. The full article is really worth reading. [Find it here]

Maybe 👀

I need to be so terror inducing that it's worthy of Wesley level of grotesque description. I also just really like Princess Bride and accidentally quote it :3

I used to use, "I want my _____ back you son of a bitch" a lot too when I was younger lol. Like when someone took a pen or smth.

Born to walk around in the woods, and have someone shriek in horror, exclaiming, "Good GOD, what is that thing!?"

Then, to have a group of kids make up stories about that weird dog thing that stares at you from the edge of the woods.

Forced to just be socially awkward and pay taxes.