haves

Think about how my strong heart would beat..

With you under the covers with me..

I decided to try something different for once. A GIF this time. I dunno, I hope it came out looking OK. Whaddya think Moonbeam is looking at that's got her all excited like this?

I know I don't do the whole cartoony heart stuff a whole lot. I quite like cartoony hearts, but I prefer to keep to the more realistic-looking pulses. Thought the cardiophile bat would look nice with it, though.

I'm alive again and I did something :D

Hiii!, another post...

She's Sarah Wiltshire, there is no diagnosis of her symptoms...until now ( what do you think, what is that diagnosis?) the scene was in a government health study... maybe in future post will know it.

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Share a story of mine.

This morning, I took off my shirt and glasses, using a strap to secure my Eko Core stethoscope to my chest—at the mitral area where the heartbeat is most intense—wandering in the dormitory corridor while listening to my own heartbeat. My heart was racing because I was both nervous and excited. I was afraid of being discovered because this might not be considered normal behavior to others, but it seemed that I could derive intense pleasure from this kind of "challenge".

In fact, I had done the same thing a few days ago without being discovered. I thought this time would be the same, that I could roam around the corridor and return to my dormitory safely without being noticed. However, misfortune befell me. Because I was so engrossed in the intense vibration in the stethoscope, I didn't notice the footsteps of others. A tragedy occurred after a turn, The owner of the footsteps saw my bare upper body and the stethoscope on my chest, perhaps the most incomprehensible sight he had ever seen in his life. I couldn't see his expression clearly, but he obviously paused for a few seconds, passing by me in astonishment.

My heart was instantly ignited, my heart rate skyrocketed. I felt embarrassed, but also thrilled. I pretended to calmly continue walking forward, then accidentally encountered several more people, and I was flustered. But it didn't matter anymore. I was both afraid of being discovered and enjoying the feeling of my heart rate soaring. So, let me continue to enjoy it.