A Plus Of Growing Up? Genuinely Not Giving A Care About Things That Used To Irk Me. Gossiping About Me?

A plus of growing up? Genuinely not giving a care about things that used to irk me. Gossiping about me? Cool, I'm interesting to talk about. Ignoring me? Cool, I'm okay with boundaries and prefer reciprocal connections anyway. Staring at me? Cool, I'm interesting to look at. Underestimating me? Cool, I'll surprise you. Not inviting me? Cool, I enjoy my own company. I just love this quality of peace.

have we tried sexualizing the grotesque, my liege?

oh so i reblog ONE xenomorph and suddenly my dashboard is only xenomorphs huh

i'm desperately trying not to make this just a thirst blog at this point, though it's probably too late

another proof the gay population needs to rise up

The dog boy bites strangers and the cat girl scratches at the upholstery

My carerully crafted dashboard of text blogs is slowly but surely devolving into twitter screenshots and furry art

My wretched mind is definitely not getting any better

Driven by instinct

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