Turgle’s World

the forest rape trip is separate from the forest mushroom identification trip ok we can’t make this mistake again

My ex wife and I are devastated. Every day we wake up at 5am and search for him in the streets. Our son. We search all day, looking for him in bushes, under cars, in the neighbors' garages. I always feel like he's right around the corner. I keep thinking he will come back home. We set humane traps for him all around my apartment complex, using a giant lollipop as bait, as that is the snack children like the most. I feel fucking hollow. Come home, my son. Come home.

sleep sex is great, she just wishes she could remember any of it..,..

This is unironically a stellar example of healthy communication in a trans context. 10/10, Wii Bowling sound.

desperately need to sink my teeth into smth

reblog to send your mutuals a hug. maybe just the thought is enough to cheer them up 🥺