NOW PLAY RADIOACTIVE >:[

I'm having phantom shifts right now! I can feel my ears sticking straight up, taking in all the sounds. I can feel my tail flicking beside me. This is so nice :]

I wear this collar because it's STYLISH! AND MY GIRLFRIEND GAVE IT TO ME >:[

It makes me feel NICE and I LOVE HER

Dear wild canine alterhumans, you’re allowed to use and enjoy domesticated canine esc gear. Collars and chew toys and dog beds. You’re still wild.

Tourettes are so silly until you're watching me spasm on the bed because the muscles in my right arm are screaming at me for laying down on it. Now I have to stretch. STRETCH! GET UP! STRETCH! APPLY PRESSURE! I DONT CARE IF THE ARM IS SORE BECAUSE WE'VE ALREADY APPLIED PRESSURE! MORE!

And I have a sore arm so I can't rest now.

Or like when I was a kid, and one of my tics was that, whenever I tried to lay down, my body would force itself to sit up and stretch out my torso as much as possible making it really hard to sleep.

Oh. Or when I can't stop rolling my stomach even to the point where I start cramping from it and can't do anything but lay in my mom's lap and whine because it fucking hurts.

Oh yeah! Or when I can't stop rolling my shoulders and they begin to ache but again I can't fuckin stop.

These are some of my more extreme tics, but it... Genuinely baffles me how many people treat Tourettes as a joke because all they see is someone making random noises or movements.

Even on that note, do you think that's okay? To laugh at someone who's already embarrassed about something they can't control? Do you think I like snapping my neck to the side as hard as possible? Or clearing my throat over and over again, or having my entire face start ticking for a minute? I have had multiple people (yes multiple!) tell me, to my face, that they want Tourettes. Why??? So you can say curse words randomly and not get in trouble for it? Did you know only about 10% of people with Tourettes have Coprolalia? Or maybe it's so you can just feel different? Okay. Would you tell someone in a wheelchair you wish you couldn't walk? Because that's pretty shitty.

Anyways. I didn't mean to turn this into a whole rant. My arm just hurts right now, and I'm tired of trying to find some comradery from my community only to be met with some random dude laughing at a girl having a tic attack. Be nice to those who are different from you.

Very complex emotions tied to any kind of fruit turnover. Every time I look at them, I smell pine. I see my hands stained by blackberries. They have claws at the ends of them, and they're covered in dirt. It's cold, I can see my own breath. It isn't like my shifts, though, it isnt just me. I feel like I am not myself and at the same time all the same. It's as if I'm handing my body over to someone else for a moment, still aware it isn't me controlling it, still present, and at the same time, someone else completely.

This is probably some kinda derealization thing, but it only ever happens when it starts to get cold or I see those freaking desserts. It isn't really a pleasant feeling when it happens, but it's still something I weirdly miss. Like I'm inviting someone in, letting them have a break from wherever they came from, even for a moment. Weirdest part? I know who it is. I've known him for a couple of years now, and it always felt like he's a part of me after that.

I don't always actively think about him, I never talk to him unless I'm just really freakin lonely, and it isn't like an actual conversation. It's more like I'm just voicing my thoughts out loud, and he's quietly listening.

I don't really know what's up with that. I could call him an imaginary friend if imaginary friends occasionally took over your brain for a moment and made you incredibly uncomfortable with everything happening. Or maybe I am just simply overthinking, and he isn't real at all. Advice would be nice if anyone can offer it.

Dunno if this is a response to op or me, but regardless

Yesyesyes

I am big scary wolf

i'm gonna tear off your arms and eat your organs and-

oh

hold on

yes

pet me

petpetpetpet

auhgjejekjd hehehe

Real as fuck. I am the dogman.

queer in the way cryptids from small town folklore are queer. send post.

I love being a silly little guy on the internet. In real life, I am constantly plagued with deep, all-seeing, and despairing eyes. On Tumblr, I'm just a weird dog. That's beautiful, I think.

Hélène Delmaire (French, b. 1987, Lille, France) - Untitled, 2015, Painting

Home :(

view from Acadia - roaming around the Commonwealth Far Harbor 41/?

When one of my hearthomes IS Minecraft.

nonhuman suggestion: build your hearthome in minecraft