Latest Posts by mechanicanica - Page 2

Me too, little buddy... Me too...

Acherontia styx

Patlabor 2

1993

how it feels to have thoughts and feelings and problems you lowkey can't talk to anyone about

Source: Eden: It's an Endless World! エデン

by Hiroki Endo

silly little edits i made for myself

I don't have much but I DO have an open wound #OPENWOUND

Reblog if you're not human

"woah this post looks creepy who would like this??"

it's not for you

"this art piece makes no sense and is so ugly"

it's not for you

"this post is so weird I have never thought like that?"

it's not for you

"what they identify as an animal? no one does that?"

it's not for you

the world doesn't revolve around you

neither does the internet.

we exist, cringe culture is dead, fuck normality

ppl in the age of cell phones: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of books: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of textile art: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of picking lice: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of cooking: fucking up their necks

I keep seeing sinking ship links to other social medias and I just want u to know that if this place burns down I can be found Nowhere. I will at last be Free. Look for me in the Drift.

And if I fall now, will my wings spring out to catch me?

And if I fly now, will my tail be there to balance me?

And if I search now, will my ears be there to hear for me?

And if I run now, will my paws be there to guide me?

And if I scream now, will me voice speak up to cry for me?

And if I bite down, will my fangs sink in to me?

And if I fight now, will me claws unsheathe to aid me?

And if I am alone now, will my fur be there to comfort me?

If I let go, will my form catch up to me?

Will my form catch up to me?

Will my form catch up to me?

Will my form catch up to me?

If I change now, will my body be mine?

commission for @ironymobile :3c

The Stars in the Sky Are Screaming At Me, I Burn Even Brighter When No One Sees

I don't have much but I DO have an open wound #OPENWOUND

i don't believe that i was born during the wrong time period or in the wrong country. i believe that i was born into the wrong material existence altogether. i feel like more like a goddamn space alien than i do a human being at this point.

me when someone who has been nice to me every single time we've interacted is nice to me:

omg... you dont hate me?....

Child who doesn’t really “get” gender to autistic animal adult pipeline

You know who You are.

May you continue to discover yourself and shine in your truth. If now is not your time, may it come sooner than you think.

Love & hope from me to you. 💙💗🤍💗💙

multitudes

Is it just me or is it getting harder and harder recently

aren't we all

New Year's resolution: finally give up the whole human act

To the animals, the wolves, the lions, the foxes and cats and birds: Your eyes shine so brightly. Your fur is luscious, your feathers luxurious, your teeth furious and beautiful. Your claws are sharper than you think. One day, you will get them back. One day, you will be helpless, human, no more.

To the fairies, the angels, the aliens, the demons, the mermaids and sirens, the divine: Even here you are powerful. Even here you are divine and beautiful. Your wings are gorgeous, your horns and haloes majestic, your tails ethereal. Home will welcome you, welcome us all, with open arms one day.

To my fellow dolls, the marionettes, the puppets, the toys and ball-jointed: We may be delicate, but our subtle power defines us. We bend and move and dance in ways no human ever could. One day, our everlasting regality will return to us.

To the voids, the glitches, the abstract, the eldritch, the robots, the objectheads: Do with this brief moment of flesh what you will. You know who you really are inside, and that’s all that matters. Your soul still bleeds the color of the stars.

To the monsters, the zombies, the cryptids, the vampires, the werewolves and ghosts: The world will always fear that which it does not understand. We understand each other, and through this we have made our own world. We create our reality, and that’s what’s important.

To the therians, the otherkin, the fictionkin, voidpunks, and all other nonhumans: We are strong. We know who and what we are. We know what this flesh conceals. One day, the world will see us for who we are and accept us as her children all the same. For now, we persevere.

POV: u have gender dysphoria AND species dysphoria

resilience is not sustainable we are not supposed to endure life we are supposed to live it

Shame on anyone that tries to make transformation sound easy

hey sexy what time do you plan on being done grieving

“ough” is such a raw emotion i dont think i could live without it