My dad keeps saying that wendy reminds him of how i used to act when i was younger since I used to draw furries dying a slow and painful death and according to him, wendy would too, and i think thats based
"Im not even sure anymore if we get to choose who our friends are" There is a part of me that resents you for making me a worse person than i want to be but i am inexplicably uncontrollably drawn to you. You make me a worse person which is the last thing i want yet i want you in every way. If i could leave i would. Maybe i can but i dont want to. I have fun with you. You challenge me and you captivate me and you push me and pull and run circles around me and it makes me feel like a younger man. For the price of being a worse person i get to feel truly, wholly alive. You are the blood that runs through my veins; vital, inseparable. I was reborn when i met you and you are the womb that haunts me. You are the one person on planet earth who knows me. I wish i could leave, move on and be the man im supposed to be but my heart is tied to yours in a gordian knot. There is a part of my soul that rests in yours, magnetic. For as long as i love you i cannot be better than i am. But maybe thats something i can learn to live with. Gregory House-- I think you're worth it.
You. Hello, I see you well. My dears, I am glad that despite the initial skepticism. And that means I can create some content regularly. So far it seems to make some sense thanks to you. I'm happy for the positive reactions and I remind you that Tumblr is not the only place where you can see me. I'm not much for creating any Christmas messages.