THE OBJECTS YOU USE ON AN EVERY DAY BASIS ARE SECRETLY ALIVE AND BEING USED GIVES THEM EXTREME EUPHORIA!!!!

THE OBJECTS YOU USE ON AN EVERY DAY BASIS ARE SECRETLY ALIVE AND BEING USED GIVES THEM EXTREME EUPHORIA!!!! YOUR LAPTOP LOVE IT WHEN YOU PRESS ITS KEYS. YOUR PENS AND PENCILS LIKE BEING WRITTEN WITH. YOUR PLUSHIES LOVE BEING HUGGED. YOUR CAR MISSES YOU WHEN YOU ARENT DRIVING IT. EVERY OBJECT AROUND YOU IS SECRETLY AN ATTENTION WHORE!!!!!!!!!! AAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Recently I've been depressed and I've discovered that leads to a lack of attraction to objects. Like I don't really listen or care for them as much. Buy I've gotten myself out of the gutter and am having a cuddle session with my two plushie partners, so that's nice. It's good to really be here and present with them again. Im trying not to feel bad cause I kinda feel like I abandoned them for awhile there... but I know they don't feel that way towards me. They love me and I love them

Nuzzling into Benjamin's soft fluffy fat tummy 🤤🤤🤤

They should give airplanes huge cocks, so they can have gay sex with eachother. I think they deserve that honestly

The intimacy of driving a car is unmatched by any other machine

i do generally want to keep this blog a space for positive stuff but i feel like it's not talked about a lot just how profoundly isolating being objectum can be. like, this axis of attraction that i have is so utterly bizarre and foreign to 99% of humanity that i can basically never talk about it outside very niche online spaces if i don't want to be mercilessly ridiculed or refused to be taken seriously, and i feel like my attraction to planes inherently makes talking about planes a "creepy" behavior because my interest in them as machines that are cool and interesting is inextricable from my attraction to them. it's lonely sometimes and hard not to feel like a complete creep for wanting to talk about this interest i have.