22, us/ru, Cancer, they/them, New York, United States
enby, fag, gnc, masc, neuro, pan, therian
by the vines
except you should, the radio is awesome man
found myself an amazing jazz station right next to a metal one. some static and blending between stations and my higher consciousness starts dancing
my butt looks awesome! this vessel of nematodes is def flaunting they shit
is tired.. and need a big chunky arm to huddle me in and bury me in their flesh, lulling me to close my eyes
missing cuddling more than anything lately, scenes are cool but to have some softness and smothered in safety? awooga,, <3
and man im so demotivated.
it feels like getting any kind of creative career is so gatekept now esp in digital art. listening to studios making fan clubs rather than pitching new shows, not mentioning indie creatives, keeping high hopes for nothing, no growth or chances. gross.
whats all this i keep hearing a t4t server about? 🥴
no but fr id love to be part of a space where we can all be silly :}
my paintings have been sitting inside a trash bag for the last month just bc i dont know where to put them.
im trying not to psyche myself out bc i -do- like my work i just don't feel like this space is my own
(trash bag makes it easier to carry around in public)
a hopecore jazz playlist
i dont know how else to describe it, something that can fill the air with light and the occasional amazing solo from the pipes
past experiences shunned me from domming
current experiences have me domming through primal play
cant complain im thinking ab clamping down on someones neck and playing w their tummy n stuff 🥴
awesome being acknowledged as a creature through and through ✨️🌄🐛🌄✨️
run your fingers through their hair and clamp them together, hand still flat against their skull.
more versatile, more range of motion and comfy compared to knuckles
..yeah my scalp is aching rn what about it 😮💨
yk forgive me for feeding into it
by why are some of you mfs airing shit about other peoples posts 😭😭
i get part of social media is the drama but like.. there are dms, no? have a conversation? scrolling for context and its just dumb shit 🤭
what is a "safe" space dawg⁉️
when my eyes are just leaking, little droplets of sheer gratitude for things rolling towards betterment
despite taking a step back alot of my friendships have hardened and it feels like the world doesn't undermine my efforts as much
take care
oh also.. i think im out of the woodworks aha,, shyyiieeeyydd,, 😎🤭🥴🐻
rarwrrrrrrykwis,,
sorry gn 4 real this time
not tossing or turning just a rock not feeling the river that lulls me
tonights thoughts are on being critical but kind. there should be a dyanmic that pushes and pulls between them- but it's also possible to have both or neither. important balances in approaches and whatnot, gn
tummy hair.. i let it grow out and boy how cute. stroking my shit rn! and by shit i mean my belleah!
came out of the shower STEAMING i feel like a komodo dragon ♨️🦎 ♨️
and being smacked in the face with a sinus infection fml i can't even think and im staring at work like it's going to complete itself 🫠
at the same time it's less stressful and i cranked out some of my best work so far ? who knows maybe the fever will make me a spartan
had a sesh with a dom telling me what to do and obeying within a time limit. she ends up breaking all the negotiations we had and blamed me on ALL of it..
even got me saying "i don't want to talk back mistress-" and i didn't! but good grief. at least own up to it.
finally rolling after months of preparation and i woke up excited to work again
rolling and grinding nonstop despite not being the best leader 🖕🖕 we got a plan‼️‼️ let's move‼️‼️
or its a girl of my dreams sending the hottest album i've ever seen zoowie mama 🤭
to all the fools and freaks on here :}
its so refreshing having awesome conversations with randos and seeing tidbits of everyones mind here and there
thank you for being you!
those anon praise messages got me kicking my feet and clutching my knees 😵💫😎😎
thank you for the graces
on one hand i feel odd, falling into a heteronormative ideation.. but is it so wrong to love tgirls and yearn for them? needing to have my boy cunt used at any call by her,, bonding over the shared experience but being at different corners of the same bill
a bear is clutching me from the woodworks and i feel so funny for not being in a t4t dynamic, i miss it. i miss the complete comfort of not crushing my ribs during every encounter, i miss dressing eachother up and killing eachothers dysphoria.. man.
at first it was like haha.. no breaks! now its like... hah..no.. breaks.. what the fuck is a weekend anymore bro oml 😔 to ease the chaos ive been yearning for a little fella to lay on to decompress but it's only adding to the stress haha </3
oooohhhh i wish i was treated like a rabid mutt this halloween, all those glances only for a straggot to coddle me </3 quivering at my passing gaze asking them to go elsewhere. where are the dogs that are supposed to rip apart my neck!!!!! shaking my dick around..
getting back into the groove of fooling around, reaching out, living regularly and its so so odd every time. with the foreboding thought of will i scatter back into my little den after my fuse runs dry?
what scale do these things sit on, really? limitation or preservation?