feral fuel

“you’re such a ray of sunshine!” thanks! one day i chose to act happy and then i kept choosing it over and over and over and over until the neurological pathways formed like desire paths in the thicket. i dug and clawed my nails into the grooves of my brain and carved out joy. i retouch it every day.

spirits don't have to be your friend. the rock in your backyard doesn't have to behave like a human or be useful to you to deserve respect. there is inherent value in loving the web of spirits that surrounds us without asking what they can do for us.

does anyone else fall into that weird cptsd state of being where in a very direly stressful situation you’re the one with a cool head who’s able to calm everyone down and act rationally but on a day to day basis im like anxiously scared for my life for no reason. just shaking like a chihuahua

YEAH buddy

Scary music to get scared of

ahaha you sly dog! you bastard! [getting a little too comfortable] you wretched fucking animal