It makes me feel a little lonely, interacting with any closely knit group of people. But then I don’t know if I’d want the responsibility of loving and being loved. And I still feel lonely. But also something I can’t explain. It’s like I’m trying to feel what I don’t feel. Or what I can’t feel. And I just don’t know. Who I am. What I’m doing. I just don’t know.
I don’t even have a job. Why do I even need a job. I just want to go and to just not have to worry about it. Why can’t I do that. Why can’t I not worry. I didn’t choose this.
God, I want to be a beautiful soul. I want to use myself to do something beautiful. I want something I’ve done to be admired and I want to be recognized. I want to be beautiful.
Kaiju honeys~ They fight over mountains. Mountains.
Stick with me, folks. I’m cooking up a visual archive of all information on Pokemon breeding.
I love using Ice Beam on Golbat because it goes straight into its mouth like “YEAH EAT IT WHERE’S YOUR CONFUSE RAY NOW BITCH.”
I’m sorry I don’t post often because I’m particular about the way I post and forget to post things because I’m just generally forgetful, but if you honestly like the things I do enough that you wanted to follow my blog to see what else I would do, you are sincerely important to me. Thank you.
Fret not, clamoring masses. From the ashes, I rise to give you… this sweater! You need only ask and I will display this design in your Able Sister’s shop so your neighbors might conform to your sensible fashion taste.