#maleciuskin

i've been remembering some very short and particularly mundane things with this durge i remember, but the silliest one so far is that we were, ah, canoodling, and, in trying to get more comfortable, we... got our horns stuck.

no one really considers how your balance is affected when you lose your tail. which is to say, i think i? lost mine?? (<- jokingly drew myself with a stubby tail and felt a strong sense of loss)

maybe this is a little silly, but i remember having really strong legs, and i miss it! i think i've got to use my bike more often these days

i really do miss my own horns!!! i doubt i'd be able to support the weight anymore in this life, but even the idea of having little horns that match the shape and color of my old ones... ouuu that would be lovely

one of the things i miss doing is buffing my daughter's horns. she never properly learned to take care of them, so that had been one of the first things i showed her how to do once she was ready

feeling a very specific sort of grief for being a tav tonight. like, i will never find my daughter, or my siblings, or this dark urge fellow i’m parsing out memories of to try to understand who he was to me