~Hush~

Brown hair, blue eyes, 220 lbs, 5'11 with a calm if needy disposition. Can be sassy or bratty. Responds to Terra, Miss Terra, or kissy noises. Nervous about new things/people/places. House broken. Likes to be pet, given praise, and to make people happy in accesible ways, like baking, or making art, or being herself (assuming you like me 👉👈) prefers trans people or cis women but can be very friendly with cis men. Typical enrichment includes videogames, screen time, smoking pot (her only habitual substance besides monster), treats and car rides. Can act as a sevice animal, (cooking and cleaning, soft tummy, cuddles etc.)

Semi-extremely serious in the corvallis oregon area.

You'll have a slow death with them, tediously drawn out, exacerbatingly painful and dripping with disrespect... but you could rest your head in my lap one last time, and let me take it all away from you. And then, I would love you, so dearly.

Who needs a fake person? What could a fake person find in this world? Once the people see your strings, whats to stop them pulling? Once they know your vulnerability, why shouldn't you be used? Once you show your pain, it's too late. Once they know there's nothing to you, they'll use you as they like, keep you as they like. There is no answer when you call for help. There is no end to it. Only more. It's only more. Killing though... killing does the trick. They step back, aghast at your actions. How could you? They were alive! They had hopes and dreams!

What about mine. What about me. You come here looking for pain. Why am I wrong to deliver. You come here wanting hurt, and I can give it to you. You come as though you ever had the right, I don't see why I shouldn't prove you wrong. What is just and good and fair isn't on my mind anymore. Your definitions are skewed. Biased. As are mine. We don't get to find honest common ground. You all hate me, and I hate you all. And that's what we deserve of eachother.