goodness gracious girl those tits are fucking fat as shit. hey what's up. they call me Insect Nightlife and every life decision i've ever made has ended up hurting someone at least in some small way. can i borrow 10$
Sybyll.
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WE WALK BY FAITH. Acolyte of the House of Twin Hands.
Espen keeps saying she can't wait to get back to the farm.
It's a problem for me all the time. Although I don't trim them.
Please don't reinforce your own night terrors. It doesn't make them go away.
It's real though, I've seen it twice. Real up close. ...I could see it's teeth. ...but, uh, t-thanks.
... A nightmare, then. I can light some incense in your room before you sleep to relieve it.
I'll see it there too, when trying to rest. On the ship, where it tears through metal and flesh like its the same thing. It's always out there.
... You should get some rest. You're probably just seeing things in the dark spaces between the trees.
I know. The Antlered Beast is out there. It's hunting me. It let me go, but it's hunting me. I know it is.
Mmmm. No more road today. I'm setting up camp and sleeping until tomorrow.
30 years old and unsure if I know what romantic attraction really feels like. Banana bread.
CARROTS (CW: Depersonalization, Self-Injury) [ Espen is cutting carrots for tonight's dinner. ... Carrots. The fascinating about carrots, is that they say you could bite off a finger with the same force needed to bite through a carrot, and all that's stopping you, is your brain. ]