There's something I have to say to the kind of people who keep unsocial reptiles as pets, doting on and adoring their weird little lizardly critters and do not give a single fuck about the idea that their darling creatures' little lizard brains cannot comprehend affection the way mammals do:
You are more capable of true, pure, unconditional love than the god who made them.
My land eel likes that I’m warm
silver baby with one eyeball bigger than entire brain






















