I Love Going To The Beach When It's Overcast. Art By Me

Vent post: trying to find myself and stuff

Questioning myself and sexuality

I've not really into degrading. I really like being a good puppy and being told I'm good I have a praise kink. If I like you I'll probably do anything for you. I like to be bratty occasionally with soft Love bites but I never want to be called bad. I really like the idea of being being a beloved pet safety in my Master's control. I also have a non-sexual urge to pull my partners on a sled I think that's my dog soul coming out. I also have this weird thing where my sexualness is kind of innocent I just like feeling good with people I like. It's weird and it smashes friendship and romantic partners together because like I love my friends so much I would do anything for them and it kind of blurs the lines. It's also weird because I'm not really attracted to humans physically I'm really attracted to emotional connections. But I also see sex more of the game than an emotional connection it's very confusing in my head. I really wish I could have a pack or maybe a master. I still have a lot of my stray mentality even though I kind of am a nice spoiled pet that loves nature and shifting in a dog and playing in the woods.

I'm a husky humans say it's weird I where shorts in the snow lol I am excited for winter so I can pull my favorite stuffed animals on a sled and maybe I'll be strong enough to pull my favorite humans too

This is me

Every black girl is so pretty

*reblog if you agree*

Do you ever want pets but get too excited and accidentally bite, I be growling and wagging my tail wondering why no one's petting me. Both longing for petting but overwhelmed

Tw nightmare about my past life as a dog

My nightmare of my past life is always the same. The ground is hot my eyes are burning as ash falls from the sky. There are other wolf like dogs like me running all around this city. Dog that were tied up still squirmed trying to escape the rope as they whiz from the ash like me. I'm running up the stairs of the city looking for my human until I can't breathe no more and I pass out. In this life I have an irrational fear of volcanoes and I think that's what the ash was from my dream. I've had this dream as long as I can remember. I would be crying over any volcano I saw as a kid

I went splat doing quadrobics. I started shifting, got too excited, and tried to run on all fours, smacking my chin on the tile floor. I'm going to start practicing core exercises more so maybe I can be stronger to jump and run more

A digital drawing I made