Your Friend The Smiley!

but the spiders , they’re… scared. Of me. and that’s not a fun feeling. I already get it enough in my universe. maybe that’s what ya get when ya hide behind a mask.

♪ It's time for Fish Fact Friday! ♪

The African coelacanth is a living fossil, and one of only two extant species of coelacanth! African coelacanths have vivid blue scales, which distinguish them from the brown-scaled Indonesian coelacanth.

To suggest a red-blooded, human man could love Greedo’s cousin? Desire her??

What you need to hear.

I'm glad you're here.

god, it’s been hard. I know it has. it has hurt like hell and some days have felt like you’re pulling yourself through one second after another by your broken fingernails in the dirt. you’re tired. it’s a bone-deep kind of tired that settles in somewhere behind your ribcage and makes breathing feel like dying half the time and it never really seems to go away. but you’re still here. you’re beaten and bruised but you’re still kickin’, trudging one foot in front of the other no matter how heavy those footsteps are. you decided at some point that, goddamn it, if this is rock bottom then things can only get better from here, and you decided to see better for yourself. and so you’ve been clinging onto yourself for dear life and it’s been the hardest thing you’ve ever done but you are one tough motherfucker and you’ve done it. and god, I’m glad you did. I’m so glad you’re here. I know sometimes it feels like no one appreciates how hard it is to just be here, but I do. I know. and it is absolutely amazing how far you’ve come and I’m so grateful you’ve made it. you are so important and your life is so beautiful and it would be such a shame for you to miss it. so keep on pulling forward. I promise it’s worth it.

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I see how hard you’re working. I see how your body aches under the weight of it, how you lose sleep and rub the red out of your eyes in the hopes that they can’t tell how desperately you’re clawing at “good enough.” I know how that dirt feels under your nails, that filth of never being what they want. you’re running yourself into nothing trying so hard to be good for them. but you are already good. you are already enough. you have nothing to prove. you are beautiful and what you bring to the world, what you have to show for the space you take up is perfect. it is enough. you are enough. you can rest. you don’t have to try so hard to be more than what you are. you are, and that’s enough. you’re already perfect.

I know it’s been hard. it’s been lonely. they didn’t treat you how they should have. maybe they still don’t, and that aches in a place you didn’t know you had until it started hurting. but love is out there. I promise. the world is infinite and grand and full of people who would love nothing more than the chance to love you. and they do. they do love you. you’ve met some of them and others have yet to come into your life but they all love you more than you can stand. there’s enough love to fill that hole inside you and make it stop hurting. there’s enough love to fill you up. I promise it’s out there and I promise you’ll find it. you are so, so loved.

If someone else is planning something, I haven’t heard of it yet.

Forehead.

over-worrying and overthinking everything, your mind is always a whirling storm. no matter how you try, the fears overwhelm all else. you need someone trusted to press a kiss to your forehead, helping to quiet the thoughts that just refuse to settle.

it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

Knuckles

it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

over-worrying and overthinking everything, your mind is always a whirling storm. no matter how you try, the fears overwhelm all else. you need someone trusted to press a kiss to your forehead, helping to quiet the thoughts that just refuse to settle.