AI ART IS THEFT.

well maybe you should blearily wake up at 5:08 in the pre-dawn light and find the sleeping soft tiny mammal body of your cat just inches from your head like a miracle too beautiful for speech, and you should rustle one hand out from your blankets to rub fingertip circles across the warm eggshell dome of her little velvet-wrapped skull and on the bristly patches just where the cups of her ears begin, and as she inclines her head into your fingers and purrs without ever opening her little eyes you should feel a love so tender that you understand how that love could have reached out from the fireside into the inky spangled nights long gone to reach her, and then you'll feel better

I keep fishing my phone out of my pocket at work just to get a hit of this image

Happy Pride

men need to be androgynous little rock sluts again. hair gel and cheap black nail polish are still sold in stores. chop chop

can you reblog and tell me which of your ocs has the stupidest name