You know, I saw a chest x-ray of my lungs the other day, and it looked strangely, paralyzingly beautiful. The delicate white lines, almost like cobwebs filling an otherwise desolate, dark cage of bone and flesh.
And the heart. The epicenter of it all, the convergence. Captured still in a toxic photograph, but alive in an invisible pulse. Two empty wings of darkness, enclosed with porcelain bands, unique in their depth of desolation. And yet, when they are filled, they fail and sputter.
I speak the names of hidden beasts, machinations of bone and flesh, powered by sanguine streams. I sing the songs of silent persistence, imperceptible under layers and layers of shroud and tapestry, alive in every fiber pulled taut.
Skin shrouds the flesh, a mask covering up the true beauty. Muscle fibers stretch and bend, but stay nearly unbreaking, whist bones hold the structure, keeping one is one is. organs, a gruesome visage, yet a beautiful one, what must never be seen, but doing as they are meant too, like backstage of a play, whose work is underappreciated, as all of these work is harmony, as life happens
You know, I saw a chest x-ray of my lungs the other day, and it looked strangely, paralyzingly beautiful. The delicate white lines, almost like cobwebs filling an otherwise desolate, dark cage of bone and flesh.
And the heart. The epicenter of it all, the convergence. Captured still in a toxic photograph, but alive in an invisible pulse. Two empty wings of darkness, enclosed with porcelain bands, unique in their depth of desolation. And yet, when they are filled, they fail and sputter.
I speak the names of hidden beasts, machinations of bone and flesh, powered by sanguine streams. I sing the songs of silent persistence, imperceptible under layers and layers of shroud and tapestry, alive in every fiber pulled taut.
So easily damaged, yet filled with the timid voracity for continuation, a secret purpose that drives each cell. For every laceration, every channel torn and broken, there is another that will rise from the depths to fill the void. Impossible, yet achieved day after day in every square inch of tissues replicated and replaced.
And finally, when inability coils as a thorny vine around the throat, when the visceral automaton we call “human” breathes its last, it is not the end. Death, inevitable as all men say it is, is but a construct. For life is a constant, unbroken and unhindered by the prison of a body. Bones will turn to dust, blood will seep into soil, but that is not all that you are. We are a seed, so as a grave is a garden.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
You know, I saw a chest x-ray of my lungs the other day, and it looked strangely, paralyzingly beautiful. The delicate white lines, almost like cobwebs filling an otherwise desolate, dark cage of bone and flesh.
And the heart. The epicenter of it all, the convergence. Captured still in a toxic photograph, but alive in an invisible pulse. Two empty wings of darkness, enclosed with porcelain bands, unique in their depth of desolation. And yet, when they are filled, they fail and sputter.
I speak the names of hidden beasts, machinations of bone and flesh, powered by sanguine streams. I sing the songs of silent persistence, imperceptible under layers and layers of shroud and tapestry, alive in every fiber pulled taut.
Skin shrouds the flesh, a mask covering up the true beauty. Muscle fibers stretch and bend, but stay nearly unbreaking, whist bones hold the structure, keeping one is one is. organs, a gruesome visage, yet a beautiful one, what must never be seen, but doing as they are meant too, like backstage of a play, whose work is underappreciated, as all of these work is harmony, as life happens
*beatnik snaps*
*I dig this. I didn’t know how to continue poetically describing the body so I derailed, but this is frickin sick(in a good way)*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
You know, I saw a chest x-ray of my lungs the other day, and it looked strangely, paralyzingly beautiful. The delicate white lines, almost like cobwebs filling an otherwise desolate, dark cage of bone and flesh.
And the heart. The epicenter of it all, the convergence. Captured still in a toxic photograph, but alive in an invisible pulse. Two empty wings of darkness, enclosed with porcelain bands, unique in their depth of desolation. And yet, when they are filled, they fail and sputter.
I speak the names of hidden beasts, machinations of bone and flesh, powered by sanguine streams. I sing the songs of silent persistence, imperceptible under layers and layers of shroud and tapestry, alive in every fiber pulled taut.
Skin shrouds the flesh, a mask covering up the true beauty. Muscle fibers stretch and bend, but stay nearly unbreaking, whist bones hold the structure, keeping one is one is. organs, a gruesome visage, yet a beautiful one, what must never be seen, but doing as they are meant too, like backstage of a play, whose work is underappreciated, as all of these work is harmony, as life happens
*beatnik snaps*
*I dig this. I didn’t know how to continue poetically describing the body so I derailed, but this is frickin sick(in a good way)*
You know, I saw a chest x-ray of my lungs the other day, and it looked strangely, paralyzingly beautiful. The delicate white lines, almost like cobwebs filling an otherwise desolate, dark cage of bone and flesh.
And the heart. The epicenter of it all, the convergence. Captured still in a toxic photograph, but alive in an invisible pulse. Two empty wings of darkness, enclosed with porcelain bands, unique in their depth of desolation. And yet, when they are filled, they fail and sputter.
I speak the names of hidden beasts, machinations of bone and flesh, powered by sanguine streams. I sing the songs of silent persistence, imperceptible under layers and layers of shroud and tapestry, alive in every fiber pulled taut.
Skin shrouds the flesh, a mask covering up the true beauty. Muscle fibers stretch and bend, but stay nearly unbreaking, whist bones hold the structure, keeping one is one is. organs, a gruesome visage, yet a beautiful one, what must never be seen, but doing as they are meant too, like backstage of a play, whose work is underappreciated, as all of these work is harmony, as life happens
*beatnik snaps*
*I dig this. I didn’t know how to continue poetically describing the body so I derailed, but this is frickin sick(in a good way)*
*truly, the body is more beautiful where it is hidden than where it is seen*
And the body has more, always. The rot may be seen as the greatest darkness, but it is reconnecting to the beginning of us all. It is why we are here, to cycle, forever, and there is an alluring beaty to that eternity, cycling where we go, forever alive, whist forever dead. no fear, just bliss, as death reels us in, for we stayed for as long as we had. flesh, through all beaty goes away, which is the beaty. and the scent, the scent of rotting bones, vanilla, but not plain, as we all die, we become a scent; we all die, but we have been existing
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Sorry, it’s beauty. No prob with making spelling mistakes tho
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Nice! Have you gotten a retainer yet? And yeah, it always feels weird for a couple days. Now, if you had an expander, that's REALLY weird when it gets taken off.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Nice! Have you gotten a retainer yet? And yeah, it always feels weird for a couple days. Now, if you had an expander, that's REALLY weird when it gets taken off.
Gllll I’m getting war flashbacks
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
My chars as quotes! Hazel Gold: I don’t even care about winning anymore! I just want to be safe now!
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Nice! Have you gotten a retainer yet? And yeah, it always feels weird for a couple days. Now, if you had an expander, that's REALLY weird when it gets taken off.
Ye. I have a permanent one on the bottom and currently a removable one on the top. They’re getting the bottom one next week idk. My orthodontist is great and has such a sense of humor so I was given a water bottle filled with all the candies I wasn’t supposed to eat with braces lmao
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Nice! Have you gotten a retainer yet? And yeah, it always feels weird for a couple days. Now, if you had an expander, that's REALLY weird when it gets taken off.
Ye. I have a permanent one on the bottom and currently a removable one on the top. They’re getting the bottom one next week idk. My orthodontist is great and has such a sense of humor so I was given a water bottle filled with all the candies I wasn’t supposed to eat with braces lmao
I myself have both permanents. Those temporaries were a pain. Nice! Your orthodontist sounds like a fun person.
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
Just went to the outlet mall with my family and did some heavy shoppin'. I wanna [GP]in' die right now.
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
Just had a funny thought: a couple weeks ago, my family found out our cat is actually a boy, not a girl like we originally thought. His name had been Mia, so we renamed him Milo. However, I just realized that had been a missed opportunity to rename him Miles "Meowrales".
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
Nice! Have you gotten a retainer yet? And yeah, it always feels weird for a couple days. Now, if you had an expander, that's REALLY weird when it gets taken off.
Ye. I have a permanent one on the bottom and currently a removable one on the top. They’re getting the bottom one next week idk. My orthodontist is great and has such a sense of humor so I was given a water bottle filled with all the candies I wasn’t supposed to eat with braces lmao
I myself have both permanents. Those temporaries were a pain. Nice! Your orthodontist sounds like a fun person.
I don’t know how Invisalign kids pop out their Invisalign so quickly.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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Skin shrouds the flesh, a mask covering up the true beauty. Muscle fibers stretch and bend, but stay nearly unbreaking, whist bones hold the structure, keeping one is one is. organs, a gruesome visage, yet a beautiful one, what must never be seen, but doing as they are meant too, like backstage of a play, whose work is underappreciated, as all of these work is harmony, as life happens
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
And finally, when inability coils as a thorny vine around the throat, when the visceral automaton we call “human” breathes its last, it is not the end. Death, inevitable as all men say it is, is but a construct. For life is a constant, unbroken and unhindered by the prison of a body. Bones will turn to dust, blood will seep into soil, but that is not all that you are. We are a seed, so as a grave is a garden.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*beatnik snaps*
*I dig this. I didn’t know how to continue poetically describing the body so I derailed, but this is frickin sick(in a good way)*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
It is really cool.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*truly, the body is more beautiful where it is hidden than where it is seen*
And the body has more, always. The rot may be seen as the greatest darkness, but it is reconnecting to the beginning of us all. It is why we are here, to cycle, forever, and there is an alluring beaty to that eternity, cycling where we go, forever alive, whist forever dead. no fear, just bliss, as death reels us in, for we stayed for as long as we had. flesh, through all beaty goes away, which is the beaty. and the scent, the scent of rotting bones, vanilla, but not plain, as we all die, we become a scent; we all die, but we have been existing
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Yeeeed
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
yeah
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Thx for the poetry hour
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
ur welcome. talking about the beaty of anatomy is one of my favorite things
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Sorry, it’s beauty. No prob with making spelling mistakes tho
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Nice! Have you gotten a retainer yet? And yeah, it always feels weird for a couple days. Now, if you had an expander, that's REALLY weird when it gets taken off.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
Gllll I’m getting war flashbacks
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
ughhhh I hate this keybord... keys are way to big so that happens
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
My chars as quotes! Hazel Gold: I don’t even care about winning anymore! I just want to be safe now!
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Ye. I have a permanent one on the bottom and currently a removable one on the top. They’re getting the bottom one next week idk. My orthodontist is great and has such a sense of humor so I was given a water bottle filled with all the candies I wasn’t supposed to eat with braces lmao
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
I myself have both permanents. Those temporaries were a pain. Nice! Your orthodontist sounds like a fun person.
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
Just went to the outlet mall with my family and did some heavy shoppin'. I wanna [GP]in' die right now.
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
Just had a funny thought: a couple weeks ago, my family found out our cat is actually a boy, not a girl like we originally thought. His name had been Mia, so we renamed him Milo. However, I just realized that had been a missed opportunity to rename him Miles "Meowrales".
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
I don’t know how Invisalign kids pop out their Invisalign so quickly.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
Hey everyone! Love you all good morning
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)