slowly drifting to the ground

there is nothing lemon squeezy about any of this

Bear religion probably fucking rocks. You're a fucking bear, you're the deadliest thing on earth, once a year an endless supply of salmon just flings itself up the river to gorge on and then you nap for 3 months.

The most delicious food in the world is protected by tiny demons who can defend it from everyone except you. Your natural armor is thick enough that you can just eat the damn hive while they buzz around you. God's chosen animals right there

love the idea of bears being the chosen species actually. having a near death experience and glimpsing heaven and realising it's just full of bears, no humans at all, humans not ensouled actually, humans an accidental byproduct of God's plan for bears

love the use of adverbs in this

There’s a gimmick blog right behind me with a gun to my head

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reblog to make prev stop having headaches

someone's height is a neutral feature of their body. it is not a reflection of their age, cognitive ability, or right to respect (even though you need to respect the personhood of others regardless of age or cognitive ability anyway). being short shouldn't mean anything more than a factor you take into account to make an accessible world. short people aren't children, aren't automatically cute or funny or harmless - they're just people. it's honestly absurd the way people immediately lose any sense of maturity when it comes to discussion about height

“Why would you stop in hell?” has changed my brain chemistry

It turns out that you can become the person you’ve always envisioned but you’ll still have the person you were before inside of you and you have to treat them with as much forgiveness and love as possible