Seiche and The Gallery

“snow in the next hour” and my fucking fish ?

often i feel as though i purposefully allowed myself to puff out and expand into an ambiguous blob because as i strived towards perfection i both handled the depth of tragedy and the oversaturated, blinding light of my expectations until i came to the burning realization i did not want to be the best, in fact, i desperately needed to be happy. but i’m just blob shaped now, so. ditto! woo!

not now babe, i’m fakeclaiming

does anyone know how to accquire a fat ass. i need it right now. badly.

status update: it go down, yes it do

maybe a ridiculous one. but anyone else absolutely random at stock still terror cause y’eating a corn nut and that shit is UNCANNY to your tooth? ensuing a momentary deer-lize freeze and y’just gotta be like “MMM! MAYBE TOOTH???”