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To all my fellow animals doing their best to be good humans,

This life we were placed in is not easy, not even for those it comes more naturally to.

We adapt.

We evolve.

We survive and thrive.

We are nature.

I hope your tomorrow is easier than your today.

I hope you find ways to connect with your environment and your animality.

I hope you are able to feed yourself and loved ones, spirit and body, with the fruits of your labor.

Stay strong, stay wild, stay true

Good job

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daily affirmations:

i am kind

i am in control of my emotions

it does not bother me when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone

everyone in the house has the right to be in the kitchen

i am kind and in control of my emotions even when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone

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”Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Do people energize you or drain you? Would you rather be at a party or a library?” Stop subscribing me to binaries. Social interaction is invigorating and makes my life better and I’m exhausted the whole time.

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Red supergiant meets white dwarf star

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everyone draw everybody fat and transgender

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Someone please let me curl up between ur arm and ur body like a kitten even though I am much much much too large for that while you stroke my horns. Please.

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Shoutout to those “disgusting” urges we get as alterhumans/nonhumans/[any other label]- they the real ones

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Personally I think everyone should sin. That shits pretty good, you know. Sinning.

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there is nothing worse than mourning something that very few people around you will understand. so you are stuck in bed, mourning this thing, and you can't even say that you are mourning. because you can't share why.

and even if you did share, they would not understand.

the mourning and sadness and grief of existing as the thing you are. and all the territory that comes with having your autonomy and choices taken from you by force.

and im just supposed to pretend that none of it is there. to be a "productive" member of a society I feel like an outcast of. to a place I never asked to be in. to creatures who would kill me if I refused or disobeyed.

the complexity of clinging onto the grief and sadness and pain because it is the only real thing. without it, I couldn't exist. without that suffering...I may as well be totally lost.

to be this thing I am, is to embrace and hold the suffering so close to you that it constantly reopens old wounds and the pain is never ending. but how else am I to exist?

the suffering is what made me. the pain is the only real part of me, it seems.

I talk in circles and repeat and repeat and repeat. an endless cycle of reaffirming. reminders of what was done to me.

it makes no sense to anyone else, but I cling to it so tightly. reality and unreality. I care so little what is real and what is not anymore. when your existence plays in the in-between of what others see as impossible and what you see as the only answer, reality no longer matters. it never mattered at all.

I care little for what anyone thinks is a real part of me or not.

the suffering is there. the pain is there. the tears i cry. all are real. and that is enough.

i am the living proof of what is possible.

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Scared? Bite someone

Tryna express affection? Bite someone

Angry? Bite someone

Having sex? Bite someone

Bored? Bite someone

Bothering your siblings/friends? Bite someo-

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this isn’t normal. this isn’t how life is supposed to feel. if you don’t think about it it can’t hurt you. I found our hearts and they were still beating. there is still time.

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To the animals, the wolves, the lions, the foxes and cats and birds: Your eyes shine so brightly. Your fur is luscious, your feathers luxurious, your teeth furious and beautiful. Your claws are sharper than you think. One day, you will get them back. One day, you will be helpless, human, no more.

To the fairies, the angels, the aliens, the demons, the mermaids and sirens, the divine: Even here you are powerful. Even here you are divine and beautiful. Your wings are gorgeous, your horns and haloes majestic, your tails ethereal. Home will welcome you, welcome us all, with open arms one day.

To my fellow dolls, the marionettes, the puppets, the toys and ball-jointed: We may be delicate, but our subtle power defines us. We bend and move and dance in ways no human ever could. One day, our everlasting regality will return to us.

To the voids, the glitches, the abstract, the eldritch, the robots, the objectheads: Do with this brief moment of flesh what you will. You know who you really are inside, and that’s all that matters. Your soul still bleeds the color of the stars.

To the monsters, the zombies, the cryptids, the vampires, the werewolves and ghosts: The world will always fear that which it does not understand. We understand each other, and through this we have made our own world. We create our reality, and that’s what’s important.

To the therians, the otherkin, the fictionkin, voidpunks, and all other nonhumans: We are strong. We know who and what we are. We know what this flesh conceals. One day, the world will see us for who we are and accept us as her children all the same. For now, we persevere.

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