I Need One Of Those Dog With Anxiety Patches

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Every time I get called a pup or puppy my heart heals a little bit

Me when I look at pictures of cryptic messages on old TVs, and suddenly I remember strange staticky laughter and some adrenaline inducing feeling that isn't mine but still familiar. WHO ARE YOU!??? WHO ARE YOU STRANGE TV MAN AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HEAD!?!??!

Overactive imagination? Weird fake memory??? Idfk

Thinking about how I got to meet my internet best friend irl this summer. They came from across the sea and we went to the beach, this stupid restaurant, and I got to show them my childhood bedroom. For four years, we waited to meet eachother. That's a lot of time to think of what it would feel like to say hello for the first time.

I got to watch their eyes get wide and how they shuffle around a room in real time. I got to hug them and laugh at their goofy stance. I tackle hugged them in a grocery store parking lot after almost throwing up the entire ride to pick them up.

For four years, I accumulated little trinkets that I shoved into the corner of my room dedicated to a future care package. I got to hand them my gifts directly out of my own arms. I watched them laugh in shock at the ridiculously long friendship bracelet I made them two years ago, and I got to hold the silly Blues Clues PEZ they got me close to my chest. It's my favorite in my whole collection.

I keep the Polaroid we took on the beach in my phone case, wear my matching bracelet, and I think about the fact that they're real and very, very kind all the time. Sometimes the internet is a good place.

I wanna age like an old cowboy. Give me a southern squint with very exaggerated crows feet and a furrowed brow. Make me rough and tumbled. I won't smoke, but give me a scratchy voice. I want my grandkids to look at me and see coyote, wolf, dog, raccoon. I want them to see weathered and wild.

I get so excited at the idea of what my future readers will find out when they analyze my works to gain a better understanding of my psyche :3

Like damn Crypt. That's a lot of dead or absent sibling motifs mixed with characters going through some kind of identity crisis (often paired with them experiencing a disconnect from reality).

Yeah, reader. It's my brand.

A character I wrote in my short story Cowboys, Pau, is specifically only listening to bluegrass whenever music plays around him. Pau helps his community by doing odd jobs around town and cares deeply for those around him. Pau went to jail for punching a cop because he was out of line.

He's a badass cowboy of a man.

Love when my friends passively refer to me as a dog but still respect me. Like yeah, this is our friend. They bite and bark n shit. They're cool.

Also, a picture of me, drawn by one of my friends 😌

My favorite 2 flavors of Glass Animals songs have to be Dave Bayley singing like an unsatisfied housewife or a desperate lover who might be hooked on something.

I love you, Minecraft. You have never failed me in my moments of need. Desperate for an escape but not wanting to be self-destructive? Minecraft. Haven't seen my friends in a while, but we can't hang out in person? Minecraft. Just need to clear my head for a while but still want to feel productive? Minecraft.

It's always there. The universe loves you because you are love. I love it right back.

Me when mm cold.

When you live in a normally hot climate, but the weather is starting to noticeably get cooler

If you can't tell, I'm having a grand time