I Do Not Want To Be Someone Elses. I Do Not Want To Be Theirs, Whoever They May Be. I Belong To Me, So

i do not want to be someone else’s. i do not want to be… theirs, whoever they may be. i belong to me, so therefore, i am no one’s. all i want is to know someone who finds me, night, day, dusk, the early hours of the morning covered in fog. they choose to be with me, and i choose to be with them. with that, i am content.

if i were a mouse id lay there in that trap not completely dead but doomed. nibbling on the morsel of cheese while i wait for the perpetrators to come collect me.

My new favorite genre of picture is a very special thing that most animals (and humans!) do: face nuzzling as an act of greeting/comfort/intimacy. thank God that this is happening all over the world right now

Isn’t it wonderful?!

𝖮𝗂𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒 𝖨𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖹̌𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖼́ ( 𝖻. 𝗂𝗇 𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟫 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗃𝖾𝗏𝗈)

i am but a loyal dog to the passage of time. and i want to bite the hand that guides me.

Sinking.

Sinking into the abyss,

The Mariana Trench,

The Valles Marineris,

The turbulent storm and the black hole,

The beginning and the end,

All the grey areas there are,

And all the exceptions,

As well as the loopholes,

And the roundabouts,

And the scenic routes,

And getting lost,

Too blind to see,

Or hear,

Or feel,

And I wonder,

Why I took that small step,

That leap,

Insignificant,

Yet life-changing,

Into the dark.