Roundening Roua

(Raw-dogging except for fluoxetine taking the edge off. Thank you fluoxetine 🙏)

9 weeks raw-dogging my life, reality and broken brain, hell yeah ❤️‍🩹

A very fat orange and cream colored canine microwaving food in a kitchen. Hes wearing a white singlet and dark pink pants. His stomach is resting on the counter top.

Sometimes you get hungry

idk what else to say, fat tummy be upon thee

The snep isn't used to being so pampered and going to a sauna... He's a little shy.
(For @/Boing_toys12 on X)

@feelnkindarandy.bsky.social surprised me with gift art of Briar and his new horse bf, Vod! 🐮❤️🐴

I love this piece so, so, so much. Thank you again!!

#fatfur

whatcha lookin at, huh

But if I stick around these spaces and become a disingenuously virtue-signalling and inherently sauceless reply guy looking for headpats while offering nothing actually real or true to the fandom, please take me out back and shoot me for the love of god

I guess I just feel stupid because if I hadn’t had the weed goggles on I would’ve copped on and invested more in my real life when it mattered instead of letting myself get sucked into the trap of putting too much emotional stock in something fake and disingenuous until it left me with nothing

I think when I got back into this at the end of 2024 it felt like a warm hug after a particularly tough time, but quickly realised that it’s like drug-warmth. Not real, all about dopamine-chasing, pairs well with weed but not actual love.

Putting all your social eggs in the furry basket when you’re mentally ill is such a dangerous game. All of a sudden you realise no one gives a shit unless you’re providing content, making them horny, or validating them in some way

Giving, taking, not really caring, not what I need at all

I’m sorry, I just don’t have anything left to offer here anymore and I’m never going to have anything near the life I want, I’m never going to be happy.

I hope all of you have everything you want and need or that you’re on your way to getting it. You deserve it. I can’t do it anymore

I’m in therapy, on my meds as always, socially out there, organising events, taking care of myself, and still

I think genuinely really, really, really, really don’t want to exist anymore

One 3300 calorie lunch later

Cyberman smoking a cigarette

I’m so powerful

Two months sober off tha weeeeeed ❤️‍🩹 ❤️‍🩹 ❤️‍🩹

Meatball in the making! progress update 😎😮‍💨🐷

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Big hairy bear belly and moobs.

This XL jock with attached elastic harness clearly doesn’t fit >.<

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Full frontal Dad. Fatpad. Buried cock. Big belly. Take it or leave it.

Therapy yesterday was rough, a lot of trying to keep my voice steady while tears flowed down my face, but unfortunately it does help

Why does asking people if they wanna vc feel like a humiliation ritual. I just wanna yap with people but I feel like they all hate me ahahah

Friday evening thoughts: I’m a piece of shit and I deserve to die. Oh fuck I have to use up that chicken today

👀

13 months later

A YouTube thumbnail picturing a very fat old Bassett hound laying on the floor with the title of the video "No more depression. Meatball is ready to kill"

Live, laugh, love, learn. It’s all data, in the end, and now I know not to put my heart in the hands of someone who even at their absolute best could never hold it right

And now I’m getting better, even though my mental is very much not there yet. Your level of self-care is just … Baseline. Like, that’s it, all there is?

You broke my heart because you couldn’t empathise with me and because you can’t see yourself & what you offer clearly at all. What a joke

Of all the bullshit elements of the break-up, “I need someone who takes care of themselves” sticks out to me. Like boy, I’ve seen how you live, how you eat, your room, the smells, your social connections & how they see you. Holy projection. At least my thing was “depressed to the point of suicide”

*weakly* 7 weeeeeks ❤️‍🩹

I thought I could make it to two months but I think I need to smoke weed again or I’m gonna kill myself