Deep in the woods, away from the path well-traveled, was a little hut that smelled like herbal tea and fresh bread. Anyone that stumbled upon the hut was greeted by an old cat on its front porch, and was eyed critically should they decide to step closer.
my sona in the maid outfits + two little bastards in the corner
If you suddenly woke up and your grandma was mining Dogecoin in the garage, would you help her set up a cold wallet or just call it a midlife crisis?
I regret not keeping my Dogecoins. I would have helped her. It's almost as if something like this happened to you and you regret not helping her. lol
i love being an infectious fungal plague on the cyno tag here hahahahaahaha
day 45, 46, and 47
all waves break
[reposting]
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kintsukuroi, "to repair with gold"; understanding the piece is more beautiful for having been broken
a personal piece i used my body as reference 😵💫
some drawings of my cat ophie as...an athlete in the olympics ✨