#nereiids

Well I got home after midnight, so I guess it was like, advanced punishment? And to the surprise of no one, my sister got me Cinderella colouring books.

The porcupine thinks it’s a duck, or rather a D. U. C. K. The porcupine suffers, like all of us, from a Dream Under Cruel Kinesthesia. The awareness of the movement of its own limbs confuse, delight and quite frankly terrify the porcupine. The porcupine, trapped in the dream-reality dichotomy of sensation, feels like a duck - graceless on land, unconquerable on water; covered in protrusions that bristle and spread according to mood and necessity. Therefore, the porcupine thinks it’s a duck. Our porcupine, then, being an avid reader of Descartes, can only conclude that it is, in fact, a duck. Thoughts maketh the man maketh the porcupine maketh the duck. 

aw, grazie mille cara 💕

I'll do it for you, I'll post pictures when they open their eyes and then when they start looking more like cats

I wish I could at  least like them a little but I can't, we're keeping them until they've grown enough to find them new homes, we're not fan of cats around here.

Oh My God, why you live half the world away. I would give one -or all of them- to you if I could.

you feel me?!?!?!?!?!?!

THANK YOUUUU! :3