touch starved not in a craving human contact way but in a daydreaming about napping under a dragon’s wing way
when i say i want to be held i’m talking about this
(via enekorre)
Watch me get progressively lazier with the backgrounds on this one 🙈
(via keydekyie)
“if trans people exist then I can be a dog?” if you wanna be a dog go ahead I don’t care
(via aestherians)
Those times when the homesickness for somewhere in your kin or fictive life borders on exotrauma.
When you miss elements of your home, culture, food, clothes, language, things that you just can’t touch or share here.
is it worse or better when it’s a place that does technically exist on earth?
I don’t know.
(via fromfiction)
i made nice dragon art already, now it’s time stupid dragon art!!!!
(via who-is-page)
my toxic trait is being fervently convinced that if i ever came across a dragon irl we would make eye contact and understand each other at a primal level of transcendental trust instead of charring me into a crispy onion
(via androdragynous)
Looking at the “I am human” check box and hesitating a little bit too long before clicking it.
looking at the “I am human” check box and clicking it immediately because I do not owe honesty to websites
(via noodledragonsoup)
it’s isolating watching everyone around you be a domesticated social dog, but you’re stuck feral and decaying.
they’re so alive and enjoying life but you’re stuck shambling around in a limbo, sharp teeth and exposed bones.
but there’s comfort in the isolation sometimes, just as the forest is beautiful. you may be by yourself but the birds are chirping just for you.