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Every time I get called a pup or puppy my heart heals a little bit

Hey! Heeeeyyy! The 2000s called >:D

I answered. It felt nice to hear the memories of my childhood echoing through the receiver. I heard the ocean, back when the 30 minutes it took to drive to the beach felt like an eternity. You were there too, mumbling something over the waves and the cars engine.

I really like making masks and realized I never really showed any of them. This is my main personal mask of my dog theriotype :D

The eyes glow in the dark >:]

New tail :3

My girlfriend got it and the bells for me. I love it.

This dog is not made for the heat.

It's 95°F (35°C) and it feels like 102°F (38.9°C)

Endless dry heat! Has me panting and shit, horrible.

Imagine a dog trying to go to school, and all it can do as it runs around campus is try not to melt into a little puddle.

Questioning being fictionkin??? I have been for a little over a year now. However, I feel like despite how much I've looked into it and thought about it, I still don't know???

I can't tell if it's an actual part of my identity or if it's just because I worked on adapting this character for such a long time that he's just basically become me. I've used him as a way to work through things for so long, whether having conversations with him just to voice issues out loud, writing my own trauma through him, or just pretending to be him for comfort. Granted at times with the last scenario it's been a more unpleasant feeling, but sometimes just having the idea of his presence beside me is reassuring. He's like a friend I can always rely on, and if he needed a place to stay, I'd offer my own without a moment of hesitation.

I don't know if I'd consider myself to be him, but it feels like more than just a favorite character. He isn't quite me, but he isn't quite not me. Does any of this make sense? I am genuinely looking for advice if anyone has any.

Sometimes I look at my partner and remember she's actually this ancient ethereal being made up of stars and magic and I can see her horn and her hooves. She's so beautiful I'm rendered speechless.

Then other times I look at them and see this stinky cat. They're still beautiful ofc just being stinky.

I love my girlfriend. She follows no rules and does what she wants.

The pipeline of wolves and dogs being my favorite animals as a kid into realizing I actually just am them. I bought this werewolf costume because I think they're cool... No other reason 👀

My favorite animals are actually stingrays and mantarays :3

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

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