My doggy is a doggy
14.03.2026 18:35
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My doggy is a doggy
You got a nice thick pubby booty and cute tibbies
My pubby is stacked be jealous end of post
Working hard should try small animation
Absolutely lovely I love the new style and accurate to creator in appearance a very gorgeous and cute pubby ❤️
BAM
You're a good doggy
My favourite stray may pass away any day now may he find peace I got to have one last day of him crawling on my lap letting me pet him and hold him while I walk around ... I'll miss you tangerine
If you'd like to be
Many agreed
Can we go back to writing letters to eachother like love the convenience of modern stuff but sometimes a little bird bringing me a scroll or letter or being hand delivered a cute letter hits different.
When the silence speaks volumes of the character of others
It's fair I definitely don't have a computer and am always out in nature so phone it is but due to vision impairment and my lack of tech savvy (poor typing skill) either way I am relegated to sound like a monotone weirdo
It's a good look but also on a personal level I feel this way in some cars
This is both the most sad and sweetest most adorable thing I've read today
*waves hi in stalker*
So proud of you for this solid animation
Planning on starting a puppygirl commune in the forests of Ireland.
I do be eyeing the companion cube differently
I do
Do it and make it kitten they are my favorite
Mwahhahahahahahaha
We often remember those who were truly kind the most, but more than we are willing to admit, kind deeds go overlooked. I have been overlooked in the dark many a time, the kindness I show overshadowed by poisonous words or gambles I've taken that have not panned out. Perhaps it teaches me that neither kindness nor savagery is an answer to one's suffering, but pacifism seems to favor others' intents. I am not one to so easily give up in the face of defeat, but that is for the heroes I idolize and people I want to be like. I should let myself lose sometimes, I think.
A taste of your lips like sweet blossoms, an explosion of color and fresh air. The dark pools of your eyes like the cool earth; my emotions take root in a gentle longing, becoming desire, then need. A scent so sweet yet savory brings my head spinning back to your name—thoughts I do not wish to escape. Fleeting memories drowning in sensations of the darkness I once danced in alone. Now your echoing voice joins me and gives me life.
Is that a promis
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Yes similar to clicker training
An epoch passes quietly on your breath, ending lives with the passing of time. Stars live and die in your eyes as my downfall begins to unwind yet again. Your warmth enlightens me, each touch a brushstroke in a beautiful portrait. I have yet to understand the complexity and depth, yet I cannot stop looking. Endless depths ebb and flow. Emotion and logic melt away as our spirits converge, minds melting into a singular focus, a goal we will accomplish. Time's sands do not reach us. Echoes of desire and envy, seduction and intent—they are like the sun and moon to us. We find our hearts beating to the same melody as we dance effortlessly to its tune.
Torrential a new poem I wrote
Touching effortlessly while they wander a land unobservable, I work magic as they descend into a madness. Silent, precarious paradise we together breathe in. I try to reach them with simple glances, gentle touches, but my desires are far more sinister than they will ever know. But perhaps it's a tune they enjoy dancing to. Screaming amongst a chorus unheard, bodies fall around us. Perhaps we are the same, but for different reasons, different goals. Our sonata, one repeated many times, but never before so moving. I cut them, tracing each thought, cleaning trauma from flesh, watching open wounds bleed as I lick it up, thirsty to know them, desperate to be part of them. As they close the wounds, I cover my eyes instinctively.
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