Aug 26, 2024
Good Girl Laika zine by J. Marshall Smith
Years after launch, intrepid space dog Laika is still up there and trying to get home.
https://www.jmarshallsmith.com/product-page/good-girl-laika
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Good Girl Laika zine by J. Marshall Smith
Years after launch, intrepid space dog Laika is still up there and trying to get home.
https://www.jmarshallsmith.com/product-page/good-girl-laika
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
i'm not sure they sufficiently develop "julian stops talking as a sign of his wartime depression" past exposition in one or two episodes. but I like it so much as part of his character arc and development, i don't care.
The depression is back and Jesus H. Christ does it suck. I know if I workout it'll help somewhat but putting on my running shoes?
Let me take a longer work break and follow my joys which is torturing Julian and Garak with pining and lust.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
"sometimes i think the world forgot to make a place for me."
the mornings feel like punishment. the hours drag by soft and cruel,
and i keep wondering what the point is. waking up, breathing, pretending to care.
everything feels like a half-finished thought, a poem that lost its rhyme halfway through.
but then there are the stupid, tiny things that keep me here.
the warmth of someone's skin when they lean too close, the kind of laugh that makes you forget your name,
the ache that reminds you you’re still alive when you touch someone and they touch back.
maybe it’s not about being useful.
maybe it’s about being felt.
being wanted for a moment,
being human enough to want it back
The kind of weariness that’s bone deep