All I Want Is To Live On A Ranch With My Besties

Mira is in the background making sure the photographer doesnt fuck it up.

i'll prob make more bc i love talking ab armors

if you need me, i’ll be sobbing on the floor. humans, man

oh i never shared these- these are all drawn for a daily 100x100 challenge in the server im in last april!

by talos this cant be happening

Euros over here for the World Cup discovering we were right about this

If you are going to be squeamish about these facts of public life then you should really be aware of how at odds that is with your “punk” “be gay do crime” aesthetics and how your fears are directly implicated in fascist policing of our bodies

repeating this to myself forever and ever

‘Mira!’ A clang from the kitchen. Running footsteps—‘What! Are you okay?’—that stopped quite abruptly at the open bathroom door. ‘…Why are you naked?’ ‘A, I was cold. B, I still have clothes on. And C, it’s honestly so rude of you to complain.’ ‘And—no, I’m not compla—‘ Mira closed her eyes. Breathed in and out. ‘Why are you in the tub with it?’ ‘Aw, she just got a little lonely. Didn’t you, angel?’ Zoey rewarded the dog’s exceptional bravery with a fond scritch under its chin. She was startled when a baby growl buzzed in its throat—startled then quickly smitten to find it was a happy noise, the dog’s eyes closed in bliss. Absolutely gottem.

i love my not online wife